AlanB
Elite Member
So in Early July I lost a close friend, Robert Best AKA Kabukie Boy. Since I have known him he always wanted to be a crop duster, and he finally landed his dream job out in ND crop dusting and bending wrenches. He spent a lot of years here paying dues to get it.
As is the nature of the beast, Bob pushed in a little too far, and a little too hard, pulling under some powerlines he clipped the ground with a wing and crashed and burned.
The best that can be said is his daughter is a fine young woman and in college and on her own, and he was literally living his dream when he passed.
Had supper with his widow this evening, helped her with some stuff, pulling the toolbox off his truck, getting it set up for her next trip etc. I was using his aircraft toolbox and she said I should have it, but somehow, I just kept feeling like Kabukie boy would come walking in any moment saying he was sorry for being late.
I am just at a loss, and trying desperately to hold onto the good memories of our times together, while being realistic that he is passed and gone.
Man, this part of life sucks.
As is the nature of the beast, Bob pushed in a little too far, and a little too hard, pulling under some powerlines he clipped the ground with a wing and crashed and burned.
The best that can be said is his daughter is a fine young woman and in college and on her own, and he was literally living his dream when he passed.
Had supper with his widow this evening, helped her with some stuff, pulling the toolbox off his truck, getting it set up for her next trip etc. I was using his aircraft toolbox and she said I should have it, but somehow, I just kept feeling like Kabukie boy would come walking in any moment saying he was sorry for being late.
I am just at a loss, and trying desperately to hold onto the good memories of our times together, while being realistic that he is passed and gone.
Man, this part of life sucks.