Spreading your wings

 

My mom came over last night to celebrate my dad...and came bearing a gift for Gabe. A set of my dad's wings.

If you know my kid, you know he's not sentimental. But I could tell this one got to him because he immediately went up to his room and stored them in a special place. Then he came back downstairs for dinner and listened to my mom's stories of Dad in flight school, how he had doubts he'd make it, and how much he loved to fly. It was a beautiful way to celebrate his life.

It takes a lot of guts to decide to pack up your life and move halfway across the country shortly after you turn 18 years old. I'm so grateful to all those who've given Gabe the courage, the desire and the skills to spread his wings.