The little boy looked up at the sky at the plane overhead. He was mesmerized by it. Fascinated that it could fly in such a precise way. The boy was intrigued with airplanes from an early age. As he got older he would collect pictures of planes and jets and hang them on the wall in his room. He talked about how fast they would go and their capabilities. As he started studying military fighter jets he would learn about the different types of aircraft and what they can do. It was easy to have a conversation with him about this and he would explain concepts in great detail.
The boy developed a passion for planes. That passion eventually carried him to the air force where he would learn about the F 15 and eventually become a crew chief. He was so knowledgeable. I remember talking to him while I was in the Navy and he was fascinated with the air capability of the Navy. He once had the opportunity to visit an Aircraft carrier and explained to me in great detail the capabilities of the aircraft and talked about the power this presented. I was in the Navy at the time and his knowledge was far superior to mine.
Eventually he became a top crew chief for the F 15 in the Air Force. So much so that he became an instructor to teach other air crews. When his military service was completed, he continued his mission as a contractor. He continued to develop curriculum and taught new crews. I always enjoyed talking to him about this.
This little boy, now a man, who followed his passion for flight is my brother Steve. In addition to his passion for flight, he also loves music. He attended concerts regularly with his daughters. When I would speak to him he always talked in great detail how proud he was of his daughters. He talked about the great times they had and how his daughters are doing very well. Steve has a great sense of humor and we always had fun and laughs when we are together.
My brother and I would talk regularly and even though our relationship had grown somewhat distant over the years I have always been proud of what he accomplished. I talked about him from time to time with colleagues of mine. Yesterday, I learned that my brother has passed unexpectedly. I am not sure what happened or why. Perhaps God has bigger plans for him.
This post is to honor my brother. Remembering how he followed his passion for flight through his career. The experiences he gained and shared with me are treasures. I will always remember his passions and his sense of humor. The lessons I take from him are to follow my passion always. Take flight and go for it. Work to make a difference as he did with the people he trained and interacted with. I could always feel his passion for flight and will continue to follow my passions everyday.
I pray for him and his daughters. I will remember Steve for his passion for flight, humor, and family. Rest in peace my brother and one day we will see each other again. I love you!