Joe Coraggio (left) with Erik Anderson in 2000. Photo Courtesy: Eric Whyte
You know, Swede, I have found it difficult to find the words to express my thoughts over the last day and a half.
I think many of us are holding on to whatever defense mechanisms we have left in attempts to numb ourselves, and not let this sink in.
I am certain you would have specific thoughts and tones about the tears that have been shed in your name.
Phrases such as “W h a t in-the H-E-L-L,” and “Uhhhhh HUH,” in a very specific tone of voice, come to mind.
But the thing about the death of a loved one is it brings out as many different thoughts, feelings, and memories as the number of people whom you have graced.
My father has always said “the only thing that matters in life, is what you do for others.” By that very simple metric, the matter of your life is immeasurable and enduring. The depth and breadth of the people whom you have given so much to is astounding. You had this passion and selfless voyage to pay forward your vocation, hobbies, humor, help, wisdom, and talents.
You paid forward to others without prerequisite or classification, to anyone who showed interest, showed enjoyment, or asked. You paid forward, with equal importance, to new acquaintances on the flight line, new students and former students, fellow volunteers and pilots, and family alike.
As a teacher, you have achieved one of the greatest things you can. You have taught your final class, but will never teach your final lesson. May your lessons continue to grow, inspire, and spread through the very people who have been forever changed for having been in your company.
The very people who today shed a tear over the meager sum of memories they have with you, and tomorrow carry on in a way that is forever changed and guided by that which you gave.