I just found out that a man I highly admired and respected passed away.

I just found out that a man I highly admired and respected passed away. Two years ago. I suspected it, but I couldn’t bring myself to confirm.

He was my ex’s grandfather, but I was proud to call him a friend. He gave me a pen once. Government issue. I still carry it. It still writes.

It’s a strange legacy, I know, but it would befit one of the most interesting men I ever had the fortune to meet: flight surgeon for the Apollo program, innumerable medal recipient, and raconteur extraordinaire. He influenced my decision to learn to fly.

Rest well, Colonel Weeks. I’m sorry I missed it.

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