Scott Chastain
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Be ever hearing, but never understanding,
Be ever seeing, but never perceiving.
---Isa 6:9
Be ever seeing, but never perceiving.
---Isa 6:9
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Scott, you've so eloquently expressed what so many of us have felt when we lost our own dads. Reading this today gave me a renewed appreciation for everything my dad gave me, my continued sense of loss and further appreciation for how we affect our children and grandchildren. My condolences on your loss!
Kinda' what I was thinking... They also carry Depends. (Ask me how I know...)I heard Walmart carries air mattresses.
I can only imagine. My late grandfather - representing the Odd Fellows - laid a wreath on that tomb back in the sixties. I have a photo somewhere. I was young back then and didn't recognize the significance.At precisely 2:00 PM, the son witnessed the changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. It was an emotional event that moved the son to tears.
At around 10:30 P.M. that night in Wayne, a couple in a Bonanza landed and taxied onto the ramp. They were on their way home from Oshkosh but decided to spend the night in the FBO building. As the son was leaving for a walk down the taxiway, the couple were just about to enter through the after-hours access panel. The pilot was a disheveled man in his forties with a small wiry frame. His female companion was a woman who also looked somewhat frazzled after a day of flying through bad weather. She was carrying a set of luggage and the tattoos on her arms stretched darkly on the skin of her triceps as she stood there waiting to come into the pilot’s lounge. The pilot asked the son if he was planning on sleeping in the FBO.
“Yes,” the son replied.
“Where?” the pilot asked.
“In the snooze room. I’ve already got a recliner set up.”
“Okay,” said the Bonanza pilot somewhat resignedly. “I guess we’ll take the couch and recliner in here.” The couple lumbered into the room and the son left. He walked past the Bonanza which was parked about 30 degrees cockeyed. It looked like the pilot had shut down in a real hurry. The son continued down the flightline all the way to the run-up area where he stopped and looked into the darkness. He had a brief conversation with the father. Patience was the word. The son had sensed a troubling spirit being brought into the FBO building by the couple in the Bonanza, and the father’s message to the son was clear. Be kind, be gentle, but most of all, be patient.
When the son came back, the couple were getting unpacked and setting up for a night of sleep in the pilot’s lounge. After brushing his teeth, the son went into the snooze room and closed the door. He turned off the light and lay down on a recliner, with one blanket beneath his body, and one covering him. He could hear the couple having a conversation as unintelligible murmurings piped down through the ventilator grill. It lasted for about an hour. Then the son fell asleep.