Monday, August 9, 2010

In Sympathy

We lost two "brothers" in the pilot comunity on Saturday near Latrobe, PA. My (and I speak for the other pilots) condolences to the families of Ed Sobota and Ted Kokolis. I hope this piece from Ashley brings some peace to this tragedy.

When somebody dies, a cloud turns into
an angel, and flies up to God
to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to
the world, and sings a silent prayer
that makes the rain cry. People disappear,
but they never really go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to
bed, wake up grass, and spin the
earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
can see them dancing in a cloud during
the day-time, when they're supposed
to be sleeping. They paint the rainbow
and also the sunsets and make
waves splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen to
wishes. And when they sing wind songs,
they whisper to us, don't miss me too much.
The view is nice and I'm doing just fine.
 - Ashley

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