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My mom and I have pact....legalities be damned.
I was twelve and a half years old when my father was in a plane crash.
It was a small plane , they were flying a shipment of rivets to Tupelo
MI..and encountered rough weather.
something obviously went wrong as they attempted to bring the plane
down on instruments only.
Landing more then a mile from the runway..the pilot was killed instantly.
My father was in a coma for two years...and has never regained
enough brain function to even recognize most of his family from day to day.
I remember distinct conversations around the dinner table..before this
happened..he would never have wanted to continue on this way...
Yet he has..He was 36 at the time of the crash...he is now 72..
I mourned the passing of my father many years ago...and when
his physical shell eventually gives out I will mourn again.
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