Fitting Memorial

Ten years ago today, June 21, 1994, my friend's father Johnny Hendrey passed away suddenly at the age of 37. He really was a father figure to me. He is the one who forced me to sit and watch Star Trek: The Next Generation on Friday nights when I would sleep over at the Hendrey's house. Look where that got me, eh? I can honestly say that without those evenings, I would not be where I am today. I would be a totally different person. So I wanted to thank him outloud for all that he did for me while he was here, and thank him for the path that he has sent me on.


It's fitting that today the first commercial spaceflight took place. Johnny was always a big space buff and liked to talk about the possibilities of life on other worlds. We even swore we saw a UFO one night while sitting out on in his backyard, freezing to death, looking at the stars and talking about life. Every time I look at the stars I always know that he's out there somewhere experiencing all the amazing wonders of the universe that we would always end up talking about on those Friday nights.


Thank you, Johnny.