A Jumper died today.
I watched my best friend, my hero, die today. he was a jumper, a pilot, a flyer.
I learned how to climb, nay, we taught ourselves how to climb together. we learned to jump, to fly, to dream together.
not shy of 20 years. my best friend.
we were 13, we saw a BASE jump on tv. we both said we would do that someday. five years later there we were.
at 15 we started rope jumping. I don't know what to do now. he was the other half of the team. he had my back.
we were 19 and 20, we bought an airplane together. we had plans to buy another one soon. now what.
we started paragliding together five years ago. I was an idiot and he held me while seizing on the side of a mountain, telling the medics to hurry. cause I was dying.
that was four years ago, today.
not 20meters from where he watched over me, I looked up to see him fall from the sky. his single engine rocketship in pieces, destroyed by negligent muppets in a cirrus minivan that blindsided the best pilot I knew. never saw it coming.
I ran down that mountain, knowing it was him, knowing what i did not know. there were no one else towing today. he texted me the reminder of my 4 year coma anniversary we had plans to do our usual paraglider/speed flight when he gets off early. but that was before he took off.
dont know what to do now.