to have them. Because Ruth was part of your crew. And because I think she’d want you to know you finished what she started.”
He swallowed.
“You brought her passengers home, Walt.”
Dad couldn’t answer.
He sat in that cockpit with both pairs of wings in his palm and cried.
Michael placed a hand on his shoulder.
I stood beside them, crying too.
For the first time, I understood that my father hadn’t spent nearly fifty years hiding a heroic achievement.
He’d spent those years trying to forgive himself for
