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Ian Mitchell (
14 March, 2000
Hi Dad,
It was really good to see you on the internet the other day. It’s been a long time. A lot has happened over the past couple of years, but then you already know that. I don’t know how, but I know that you are still there, watching…and laughing. I can picture you sitting there with “Big Buddha Bob”, having a beer, and wondering what I’m going to do next. Or perhaps you already know, and the two of you are just trying to figure out how to bail me out of whatever mess/situation I get myself into around the next corner. Too many things have happened. There have been to many premonitions, for me not to believe in… something. I can feel a presence. The strongest was in Thailand. How did you know that bus was going to try to kill me if I didn’t have a helmet on??? The other day when things were going real bad in the cockpit, was that you guys stepping in to lend a hand??? If it was, thanks for the intervention. The next few years are going to be a lot of fun. I’m really looking forward to them. Plans, and dreams are being realized. Something very strong has been pulling me in this direction for a long time. Past lives, destiny, call it what you will, “The Adventure”… continues. I wish that I could phone you up, or drop by the house when in the neighborhood. I would really like to be able to share all of this with you. But then, if that was you in the cockpit the other day when things were getting… interesting, you’re already here. It’s nice to have you along for the ride.
I really miss you Dad.