I think that it’s just now occurred to me what I’m actually doing in a couple of hours. Last night I started thinking (as I do pretty much every night) about how such a great man is gone. Forever. One moment he was flying and enjoying a beautiful Saturday afternoon and the next his soul left Earth. Apparently the accident was pretty bad, even as fatal accidents go, because both of the victims were cremated. The thought of that really bothered me, even though I’m not particularly for or against cremation. But now there’s nothing left of him but memories and the lives of the people he impacted. It seems so final.
I really hope I get through today.