Not long after IT happened my nephew Billy declared he was going to have a tattoo done for Pam. Dad ended up being the one who had one done. When the man began dad was struck by how big it was going to be but was too polite to say anything. At first it was a bit gulp inducing to see but dad is very proud of it. When I get an opportunity I'll get a better photo.
This blog is about me and my sister Pam who was killed age 43 in a plane crash on July 3rd 2008 along with the instructor Charlie and her husband Keith who was learning to fly. These stories and thoughts keep me close to her, it's her shrine.