A Great Day to Go Flying

cessna

When I was ten years old, my dad learned to fly.  He did countless take-offs and landings, solos, flew cross country, took tests, and finally, he was a pilot.  The thrilling part to me was that we would get to go up with him….very soon!  I trusted him completely; after all, he was my dad, and I was always safe with my dad.  All we needed was the perfect day for our first flight as a family.  Finally, that day came.  Dad said, “It’s a great day to go flying!”  And off we went, soaring off into the blue skies in our little Cessna four-seater.  It was wonderful.  🙂

It has now been ten unbelievably hard and sad days since my amazing dad has flown away into heaven and God’s arms.  I don’t ever think I will stop missing him, wanting to talk to him, ask him a question, give him a big hug.  But I also know that where he is, there is no more crying, no more pain, and beauty beyond imagining as far as the eye can see.  And when I get there one day, he will be there, waiting, with Jesus, and he will say, “It’s a great day to go flying!”  And off we’ll go, and it will be wonderful.  I love you, Dad.  Love, Lisa

 

Flying With My Dad

Cessna

Cessna

Final approach into Bayse, Bryce Ski Resort

Final approach into Bayse, Bryce Ski Resort

Bryce Airport

Bryce Airport

When I was younger and still living at home, my dad took flying lessons and got his private pilot’s license.  It was thrilling to think of my dad up there flying around, and we couldn’t wait for him to be able to officially take us up for the first time.  He had a little Cessna 4-seater, and it was perfect.  Dad & Mom up front, my sister and I in the tiny backseat.  That little plane would take off, and magically we’d be soaring up in the sky with the birds and the clouds and landing in places like Bryce Ski Resort for dinner, or sometimes just the neighboring airport.  It didn’t matter too much where we went; it was how we got there that made it amazing.  And the fact that my dad was flying us there made him super-cool and made us all feel super-safe.  One time I got to fly with Dad alone, and he let me take the wheel for a little while.  Amazing memories.  And amazing how the fun things that parents do, stick with their children for a lifetime.  🙂  Thanks, Dad, and thanks, Mom, for being cool enough to let him fly.    Love, Lisa