It says a lot about Luc that 1,000 people attended his funeral at Aviano air base (God, I hate to even type the words "his funeral").
I read some of Cassy's words, which also say a lot about Luc and quite a bit about Cassy herself:
"If he were here, he would challenge each and every one of you to go climb that mountain you've been waiting to climb, he would tell you to plan that trip you haven't planned, he would tell you to call that friend you've been thinking about, and he would tell you to be sure to tell your loved ones you love them every day. So I challenge you now, for him, and in his memory."
I can practically hear him saying just these words. He lived that way.
I am so sorry for your loss and of course my sincere condolences to his family. It hits close to home as my brother flew for many years of his military career, and I visited him at the Aviano base when he was flying missions during the most recent Balkan War. People would be surprised if they knew how many pilots are lost even during "peacetime" manuovers - it's a very dangerous job.
I got to meet Serene Gruenther today. She's five weeks old. She's so beautiful and very alert. Although I'm a little out of practice for holding such little girls, it seemed to come back to me quickly.
Luc's funeral is tomorrow at our high school.
I attached a blue rubber "live like Luc" wristband to my climbing pack.
It's a pretty rare single day that goes by in which I don't think of Luc at some point. His daughter Serene is growing up without him. She is beautiful. She looks so much like him it makes me laugh. And, of course, she is surrounded by loving people; family and friends. But damn it, there is no substitute for her dad who she won't ever see.