I'm Shaun's dad and I want to thank you all for your heartfelt sympathy for me and his family and friends. It seems that Shaun has more friends than I was aware of -- many people have written elsewhere and in emails that they feel like they have gotten to know my son through his pictures and commentaries. He was in real life just as you see and read on his website. I regret he was not able to add pictures of his adventure that he had just begun.
Last Firday evening around 7:30 PM he flew too close to the edge of controllability and made a novice-type error that resulted in the tragic loss of his precious life and untold grief for so many people. Though he has been flying for almost 15 years and could fly his friend Bryan's glass panel Cirrus SR 22 on IFR missions, perform aerobatics, held a float rating, had ski-plane experience, and could handle a super cub with amazing precision and grace, he could not defy the laws of physics. Circling a whale skeleton he was -- most likely -- distracted by taking a picture and trying to fly the plane -- he was low and too slow. In a moderate bank the plane broke into a stall-spin at about 100' AGL and Loni said it dropped like an arrow head first into the muddy beach below. Loni landed but stood helpless as he watched the wreckage burn for 2 hours. I just hope and pray that my boy did not feel the flames. As a father, I feel like sending him to his room and taking his TV privileges away for a week for making such a mistake. But nature's punishment was much harsher.
I could write at length about the high quality of character that he possessed, his unusal sensitivity to people, his striving to make a difference in the world to help others, and of his unfullfilled dreams that must now be laid to rest with him.
I will forever feel anger that my son was taken from me for such a simple, avoidable error. That frustration, though, is surpassed only by an overwhelming sense of love and affection for him. I will miss him more than heaven and earth will ever know.
Shaun, thank you for the 34 years of life you gave me.
Godspeed, my son.
I'll lend you for a little time,
A child of mine He said,
For you to love while he lives,
and mourn when he is dead.
It may be six or seven years,
or thirty-two or three.
But will you till I call him back
take care of him for me
He'll bring his charms to gladden you,
and shall his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over
in my search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes,
I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love,
nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
to take him back again?
I fancied that I heard them say,
Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For all the joy thy child shall bring,
the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness,
we'll love him while we may,
and for the happiness we've known,
will ever grateful stay.
But shall the angels call for him
much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes
and try to understand.
