Doctor Grandma

I think through those last seconds of your life,

that no one wants to think about.

I NEED to think through them, feel them, know them,

because I know you, and you were strong.

You were SO brave, this was your passion.

You were happiest in the clouds,

You knew the risks! studied day and night,

took classes, learned from others,

bought altimeters, your own parachute,

and you loved to watch others land.

We still don’t know exact circumstances,

You were making your descent,

you and another got too close,

your parachutes entangled.

“Don’t delay, cut away,” you cut away your parachute,

the other diver’s chute inflated, your reserve did not,

A freefall from 800 feet

takes 6 seconds to the ground,

This is all the time you had,

as you fell into the arms of God.

Six seconds of descent,

six seconds of lift and flight,

God carried you gently, through the doorway

to new worlds of grace, and light.

cfblack, 7-12-25

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