On September 25, 1986 my dad died in a plane crash. He was 47 and I was 17, just starting my senior year. It was a very trying time but I learned lessons from those experiences that have strengthened me and helped me throughout my life. He was a great man and was a wonderful example for us.
He was also a dedicated father and family man. He took us on countless family vacations and activities. Here he is with my little sister at Bryce Canyon.
He was the Stake President when he died. This was the last photo taken of him for a Primary program the week he was killed. I still miss him so much, but I am also happy my parents are together again.
3 comments:
I love those pictures! It's cool to see a visual of the man I have heard so much about.
Oh Kim......the memories I have of that time are nothing like yours, Im certain, but I will never forget how painful your dads loss was.....it was so nice to see pictures of him again, he was such a loving and funny person.....I too am so glad he and your mom are finally together again. Love you friend.
Loved seeing the pictures... So fun. I still have a daily reminder of him in my mouth...
I actually love that. (My permanent retainer!) I also loved that I felt like I had a special bond with him... No one else in my family had... There is no on like Uncle Andy.
Love you so much.
AL
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