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After our return safely back to earth, it was noted that Cindy would not be happy with Kris's pursuit of making this his weekend sport. She
feared for him, and that we could all understand. I know Kris would like to have made, at the least, one freefall jump, but he knew that his life was
not his own. Being the responsible man, he chose to comply with his life partner. I had no one to be accountable to. I was a little disappointed
that Kris and I would not share in the sun and the fun of exiting planes together. After many years and now having that special one in my life, my
Joyselyn, I understand giving up things to ensure you have every opportunity to spend a long healthy life together.

We did have other common interests, one being RC Aircraft Models. Believe we had more
fun building than flying and chance wrecking them. I spent a great deal of time in his garage
building a Citation twin-engine jet. I don't remember what scale, seven-foot wingspan comes NEVER...
to mind—a real treat for me to share in his passion and build something together. Something
remembered...

Something to moralize our brotherly time together. And little Kristy, his daughter, would
keep us supplied with coffee, cokes, and dad with beers. Many long hours, watching the sun
rise over the horizon, wondering where the time had gone.

My last adventure with Kris was working alongside him with Colorado Casers, servicing
different oil companies, and attending to many other drilling rigs. My job was a pipe stabber,
and Kris was the motorman. Hard and dangerous work, but I knew the Lord, His Angels, and

my brother Kris was watching over me. I worked hard at this job and wanted Kris to be proud AIRBORNE
of me. One day, he assured me that he was. That was all I needed to know.

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