Silvered Moments

    It is a strange silence that falls on an airport when one from its community departs the traffic pattern for the last time. The normal cadence of pilots is hushed to quiet tones, sad and longing.

    Still, airplanes arrive and depart as before, but without the same gusto heard only yesterday. It is as if the machines are aware that one of theirs is also gone.

    We dance with laughter-silvered wings*, from time to time. Our friends are our wings, the wind, the horizon and those with whom we share the most magical moments in life, snapshots in time.

    All of those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain+, but for one. From one of many, we shall not forget our friend, our brother, our son.