Ed and I spent the afternoon yesterday out at my Mom and Dad's farm. Ed did some laundry and we played with the cats and dog a bit, I sketched the barn again and searched through my Dad's writings for material for a presentation at his funeral this Saturday.
My brother-in-law Patrick likes to fly model airplanes. At the end of his work day he launched one of his gliders and we all watched the plane as Patrick made it soar on thermals high above the alfalfa field.
At one point, there were two hawks, one glider and two commercial jets, all in the same area of the sky. Patrick is really, really good at running the remote for the glider and brought the aircraft in for a slow, smooth landing.
He's the farm flyboy and in this week when the family is getting ready for Dad's funeral, watching a glider and the hawks was fine diversion.
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Wanda Hayes Eichler
This post made me think of the old gospel song, "I'll Fly Away"! Your father has flown to his home in heaven where he was greeted not only by his Savior but by his beloved wife!! Someday we will all be there! Brenda
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