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Six weeks after my wedding day, my parents died in an auto accident. Each day I struggled out of my sadness however I could. For the next two years, I noticed the single engine plane flying over my house, my office, my small town. Looking up, my mind would hasten back to the times of sitting in the right seat as Daddy flew the Cessna 172 over the green foothills of Southern California. He had flown in the Navy, and after retirement had gotten his private pilots
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