This morning we are driving up to the pond in San Andreas seen in this picture where Ned was running Norcal Aviation. The last day I spent with him was at this pond where he took each one of us up for a flight.
Today we will sit at the picinic benches under the oaks and listen to Ned's music (dad is bringing his little speakers). We'll eat, talk and listen to the wind. We'll remember and share stories to laugh and to cry.
We'll remember Dave Cunningham too - who died with Ned - who we never got to meet and think about his widow Kathleen who we have connected with and will hope to see again.
Ned was so proud and was doing something he loved so much. This is where we can take some comfort to ease the sting just a little.
This year I've gained many of Ned's friends as my own. I've gained a deeper relationship with some of my relatives who I've known all my life but am still getting to know. I have gained new brothers. I've gained weight from drinking Ned's favorite beer (!) - Sierra Nevada - and nervously eating my sorrow. I've gained an understanding of the depth of my brother's spirit and how many people his life touched. I've gained wisdom about life's preciousness and a strength I hope I can hang onto and grow into.
Looking forward to being with my family on this day and going up to hear the wild winds at Cherry Lake on your 40th birthday Ned.
