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I just received word just recently from Brandon (corny357) that our long time flight instructor and friend, Tom Beary, has passed away.
Tom was an amazing guy. At 6 feet, 6 inches (maybe even 6 feet 8 inches), I still do not know to this day how he fit in a Cessna 172. Walking around the FBO, I felt like a little kid around a huge giant, but it was only an appearance. Tom was one of the nicest guys I've ever had the privilege of knowing and learning something from. Whether I sat next to him at the computer in the classroom for two minutes checking whether, or had a long discussion on aerodynamics over a cup of coffee and a slice of cheesecake in the kitchen, I always felt comfortable and really glad to know the guy. He would always forget who I was, but I knew he recognized the face after a while and was just pulling my leg.
He was an amazing person, a fantastic instructor, and will be missed dearly. As the title suggest, this is going to be a really hard one for me to deal with. Fortunately you can't see my face right now, but tears are rolling down my face after writing and reflecting on the above text, but I know Tom is in a better place, feeling much less pain, and that makes me happy. And although I didn't have the opportunity to visit him at the hospice, I did get to send a card with a picture attached, which I hope he received. It sure does put life into perspective.
Blue skies, Tom, blue skies. You will be missed.
Jason
Tom was an amazing guy. At 6 feet, 6 inches (maybe even 6 feet 8 inches), I still do not know to this day how he fit in a Cessna 172. Walking around the FBO, I felt like a little kid around a huge giant, but it was only an appearance. Tom was one of the nicest guys I've ever had the privilege of knowing and learning something from. Whether I sat next to him at the computer in the classroom for two minutes checking whether, or had a long discussion on aerodynamics over a cup of coffee and a slice of cheesecake in the kitchen, I always felt comfortable and really glad to know the guy. He would always forget who I was, but I knew he recognized the face after a while and was just pulling my leg.
He was an amazing person, a fantastic instructor, and will be missed dearly. As the title suggest, this is going to be a really hard one for me to deal with. Fortunately you can't see my face right now, but tears are rolling down my face after writing and reflecting on the above text, but I know Tom is in a better place, feeling much less pain, and that makes me happy. And although I didn't have the opportunity to visit him at the hospice, I did get to send a card with a picture attached, which I hope he received. It sure does put life into perspective.
Blue skies, Tom, blue skies. You will be missed.
Jason