I recently had a friend pass away, and there are several things making it rather difficult to deal with. I try to put it in the back of my mind, but any time I find myself just thinking, I end up finding myself thinking about nothing but my friend. Some background information first.
I know this gentleman from the Canadian Warplane Heritage Museum, where he has flown for many, many years. I started at the Museum in 1998, and in the summer of 1999, when I was 11, he took me up for my first flight in a Museum aircraft, the DeHavilland Chipmunk. He is quite possibly the most respected pilot at the museum, and his skill at flying is unparalleled. He flew the CWH Corsair back in the day for about 20 years without any accidents. During my flight training and probably for the rest of my life I will be trying to become as safe and as skilled of a pilot as Pete was. Unfortunately, right now I'm in North Bay, approximately 400 km or I think 200 nm from home. I'm not going to be able to make it to the funeral as I can't afford to miss school. I feel so cut off from him and the people that know him.
I'm sorry to take everyone's time, but I just needed to get this off my chest. I know this is not unique, but it's very difficult for me to deal with. Does anyone have any suggestions about how to deal with something like this? I wish I had told him how much of a difference he had made in my life. If I had not gotten that flight, maybe when that summer was over I would have been around the museum less, maybe I never would have gotten my pilots license, maybe I wouldn't be where I am now, an aircraft maintenance student. I know it's a lot of maybe's. We weren't extremely close, however after his death on Monday I foudn out that he knew more about me than I thought, and I wish I had become closer with him.
Again, sorry for the long post, thanks anyone who actually read it, I needed to get it off my chest. Goodnight.
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