In Loving Memory of N9373M
08-09-2015 | 08:00 PM
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My husband passed away. Unexpectedly. Too soon. Unprepared. He loved this forum.
Chris Matras Obituary - West Columbia, SC | The State
Chris Matras Obituary - West Columbia, SC | The State
Sincerely
Saltdog
08-18-2015 | 03:22 PM
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From: B757/767
I'm so sorry for your loss. My interaction with Chris on this forum was nothing but polite and enjoyable. I pray you'll find peace and comfort to help you through these difficult times.
A Flyer’s Prayer
When this life I’m in is done, and at the gates I stand,
My hope is that I answer all the questions on command.
I doubt He’ll ask me of my fame, or all the things I knew;
Instead He’ll ask of rainbows on rainy days I flew.
The hours logged, the status reached, the ratings will not matter.
He’ll ask me if I saw the rays and how He made them matter.
Or what about the droplets clear, I spread across my screen?
And did you see the twinkling of eyes of student pilots keen?
The way your heart jumped in your chest, that special solo day.
Did you take time to thank the ones who fell along the way?
Remember how the runway lights looked one night long ago?
When you were lost and found your way, and how - you still don’t know?
How fast, how far, how much, how high? He’ll ask me not these things. But did I take the time to watch the moonbeams wash my wings?
And did you see the patchwork fields and mountains I did mold?
The mirrored lakes and velvet hills, of these did I behold?
The wind He flung along my wings, on final almost stalled.
And did I know it was His name that I so fearfully called?
And when the goals are reached at last, when all the flying’s done.
I’ll answer Him with no regret – Indeed, I had some fun.
So when these things are asked of me, and I can reach no higher.
My prayer this day His hand extends, please welcome home this Flyer.
A Flyer’s Prayer
When this life I’m in is done, and at the gates I stand,
My hope is that I answer all the questions on command.
I doubt He’ll ask me of my fame, or all the things I knew;
Instead He’ll ask of rainbows on rainy days I flew.
The hours logged, the status reached, the ratings will not matter.
He’ll ask me if I saw the rays and how He made them matter.
Or what about the droplets clear, I spread across my screen?
And did you see the twinkling of eyes of student pilots keen?
The way your heart jumped in your chest, that special solo day.
Did you take time to thank the ones who fell along the way?
Remember how the runway lights looked one night long ago?
When you were lost and found your way, and how - you still don’t know?
How fast, how far, how much, how high? He’ll ask me not these things. But did I take the time to watch the moonbeams wash my wings?
And did you see the patchwork fields and mountains I did mold?
The mirrored lakes and velvet hills, of these did I behold?
The wind He flung along my wings, on final almost stalled.
And did I know it was His name that I so fearfully called?
And when the goals are reached at last, when all the flying’s done.
I’ll answer Him with no regret – Indeed, I had some fun.
So when these things are asked of me, and I can reach no higher.
My prayer this day His hand extends, please welcome home this Flyer.
07-12-2016 | 01:13 PM
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From: C-172
It's almost a year since we lost you, Chris. I know you're having fun flying around in the sky and clouds, and looking in on APC occasionally for a daily dose of entertainment.
Take care, my friend. I'll see you in that better place one day.
Take care, my friend. I'll see you in that better place one day.
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