I can't even describe to you the stress level that happens for my dad during the season of Hendrickson Flying Service. My Dad looms over this place. He IS this place. He built this place. I listened to audio tapes of his 21 year old self, scared and proud in Vietnam, talking about how he wanted to start his own business as a crop duster. 45 years ago he did that. Hearing his 21 year old self was absolutely crazy to me, because this photo is all I know now. This is how I know him. Him, in a helicopter. Him, watching over the hangar. Watching, knowing, waiting. Watching all the pilots of airplanes, the pilots of choppers, the makers of maps, the mixers, fixers and the minions, the old and the new, the firemen putting out fires, his soldiers on the front lines... He watches them all.
This photograph is is funeral photograph. This photograph is my shop photo. This explains everything. THIS is the one. this is the one that shows HIM. The Watcher. The Protector. The Scared Little 20 year old. This is it.
Happy Father's Day Dad. Thank you so much for always being ready to leap out of your seat to help and guide everyone that has ever known you. I love you so much.
love. love. love.