Yesterday while sitting here in front of the computer the phone rang. It was the ex-wife of my old flying buddy. She called to let me know that he had passed away in his sleep Saturday night. His name was Gary Moore. No one that any of you would know from contests, just a sport flyer like me. He was only 52.
We used to fly together every weekend years ago. He was the one that taught me how to fly.
The last 10 years we just drifted apart and rarely saw eachother. He had gotten depressed with life and was on a virtual cocktail of anti-depressents that were supposedly going to make him better. I don't believe in this junk so it probably had some bearing on our going our seperate ways. He attempted suicide twice but wasn't sincere in his efforts and survived. I don't know if this was the reason for his passing at this time. He was also a heavy smoker and alcoholic. I feel sure that all these things combined to end his life long before it should have.
My reason for posting this is that life is just to short to be to serious. Try to enjoy everyday to the max. As I tell everyone, "Today is a good day because I am here". Please try to take care of yourselves.
We used to fly together every weekend years ago. He was the one that taught me how to fly.
The last 10 years we just drifted apart and rarely saw eachother. He had gotten depressed with life and was on a virtual cocktail of anti-depressents that were supposedly going to make him better. I don't believe in this junk so it probably had some bearing on our going our seperate ways. He attempted suicide twice but wasn't sincere in his efforts and survived. I don't know if this was the reason for his passing at this time. He was also a heavy smoker and alcoholic. I feel sure that all these things combined to end his life long before it should have.
My reason for posting this is that life is just to short to be to serious. Try to enjoy everyday to the max. As I tell everyone, "Today is a good day because I am here". Please try to take care of yourselves.