June 28, 2014

This weekend, here in Utah, is the annual Air Show at Hill Air Force Base. The base is only a mile or two from my house, so we've been enjoying the Blue Angels and Thunderbirds practicing the past few days. They are loud and thunderous, and I LOVE it.

The Air Show always reminds me of my Grandpa Gardner. He was a jet engine mechanic on HAFB. He even developed a tool to more efficiently work on the engines, and they made more and shipped them all over the world. He loved those planes so much. He would talk about them all the time, would take us to the base for the show, and introduce us to his buddies. He lived right by the base, so they would constantly fly over his house. I remember being over there, and anytime he heard them coming, he would look up and watch, then tell you what type of jet it was. Just after his funeral, we were standing at his grave sight while the grave was dedicated, and two jets flew right over our heads. It brought smiles and tears to all of us. Pretty sure he had something to do with it. 

I'm positive he's enjoying the Air Show today from a different angle up there. :)