For those that will never land.

[upndownshop 0]

I thought the post that BillyVance did for a moment of silence was a wonderful touch. I thought I would dedicate this as well to those that are flying with us in our hearts, I hope no one minds.

According to my sister Jerry came to her in the middle of the of the night within a week after his passing from a massive heart attack after/during opening his canopy and told her this. Brings a tear every time I read it so here goes.


Waste not a moment searching for my grave,
To the boundaries of earth, I will be no slave.

Instead, look up on any given day,
Along side the clouds is where I will play.

As the sun goes down and day turns to night,
Across the stars of the Milky Way, I will take flight.

My love of this sport is so strong and so pure,
And each of us knows for that there’s no cure.

I know you are sad and it does not seem fair,
But you know in your hearts, I will always be there.

The time has now come to dry all those tears,
For me I would rather, you go grab your gear.

Get on the next load, I’m waiting for you,
Come fly with me in these vast skies of blue.

Tasia Tomany (Schrimsher) Oct. 2000

Who know's maybe this will help those who question their reasons for being in the sport after loosing someone to the sport.

Blue Skies to all of you in this awesome family of skydiving grounded or not.

J

[jumpergirl 0]

J,

Thanks for posting that. It's beautiful.

[jumperconway 0]

Beautiful
I never had the chance to to meat your Dad.
Your brothers are friends!

[diablopilot 2]

I hope no one minds, but here is another short poem that I find helps.....

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Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the essence of clear blue sky;
I am the yearning to climb very high.
I am the breeze you feel as you spot;
I am the rapture of building a blot.
I am the rustle of a canopy in flight;
I am the flicker of camp fire light.
When you pass through the door into open air,
I know you are smiling, I'm the wind in your hair.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.

-Allen Roulston, June 1996