i know that on the afternoon of august 25, in front of oak creek in cornville arizona, surrounded by the family he loved so much, an old man shook off the scars of battle one last time and arose a new man to pilot one last flight up and up and up busting clouds left and right, straight on through to the kingdom of heaven and he slipped the earthly bonds, put out his hand and touched the face of god. i love you dad.