IT IS SAID THAT FOR EVERY COASTLINE THERE ARE 100 HULLS OF RUSTING BOATS AND 1000 BONES OF SLEEPING SAILORS. 

BUT WHAT OF THE SKIES…?

IT CAN’T BE EXPLAINED HOW WE MOURN THE LOSS OF A LOVED ONE.

SOME BUILD MEMORIALS TO THE SKY, IN HOPES OF REACHING OUT AND NEVER FORGETTING.

OTHERS REMEMBER A CERTAIN DREAM FOR THE FUTURE THAT A CHILD TOLD THEM AT THE DINNER TABLE:

"MOMMY! DADDY!, I WANT TO BE A PILOT!, I WANT TO FLY!!"

STILL, SO MANY OF US ARE ANGRY AT FATE, UNCERTAIN WHAT TO THINK OF THE SOMETIMES ALL ENCOMPASSING FEAR AT HEARING ONE OF OUR OWN HAS GONE DOWN.

THEIR DREAM OF FLIGHT WAS FULFILLED.

THEIR BEAUTY WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN.

THEIR MEMORIAL WILL FOREVER BE, THE OPEN DOORS OF AVIATION HIGH SCHOOL.

Kristi Marco