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The job and a note about my G. Merv

Hi Blogger World. (wow, I almost just typed, "Booger World"...thank you spell check!)

I am excited to announce that my recent trip to Huntsville was successful, in that I got a job! Hurray!

Come January I will be working in the Army Flight Test Directorate as a Flight Test Engineer.

While I don't know all of the specifics yet, I have been told that I will be flying on helicopters, or in a chase plane, helping to determine tests and executing them, and finally, analyzing the data (that's what we engineers do best, I guess!). I am super excited, a little nervous and a little overwhelmed, but hopefully everything will work out just fine.

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While all this great job stuff was happening...something else was also happening...something not so exciting. My Grandpa Merv passed away Sunday night, only about an hour after I got home. It was something we all knew was happening, but it just seemed like the end went so quick. Heather and I are flying to Iowa tomorrow morning...its almost like deja vu ...my Grandma Ruth passed away last year just before Thanksgiving.


It's sort of strange to think that just a year ago, I had all of my grandparents and even two great grandmas, and now, a whole branch of grandparents is missing.


I love you Grandpa Merv. I will never forget those times we watched the 3rd of July parade together (only people from Iowa will get that one!), or the fireworks, or when you let me pick beets from your garden, or showed me your welding, or when you let me take a ride on the tractor with you. I'm sad you won't be here to see me graduate, I know you were proud that someone was following your love for aviation. I would have loved to show you that degree and made you proud....but, wait, you will be there...and Grandma Ruth too. I love you guys!


Love, April




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  1. I am so proud of you April! I know you are excited about the job (and let's be honest I am too!). I am so sorry about your grandfather.

    Love Always,
    Chris

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