the worst day of my life

Yesterday I got an awful call from my mom. My dad, who is a competitive aerobatic pilot, wrecked his Yakovlev 55 stunt plane, and was killed when he crashed into an Everett back yard. He was out for a regular morning fly, one of his favourite things to do. Apparently he ran into engine trouble, and was trying to put down in a field when the plane just dropped to the ground at a very steep angle. I guess that we can be a little happy that he died doing something that he loved.

I'm leaving the Jambase consulting project and flying in to Seattle today to help my family, who are obviously in a terrible state. I don't know what is going to happen after today, and just feel horrible. In some ways, this seems like the wrong place to post this information, but then again, since the people who read this are family and friends, it's probably a reasonable way of spreading the news. Reba is flying out asap to help, and Shelby has been a great support here in San Francisco. Having close people that I love seems really important right now.

Still, I feel dead inside, and I'm so worried about my mom and grandma. I know that we'll all pull through and sort out our lives, but right now that sounds like a very very big task.

mom and dad

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