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I just received one of those phone calls that feels like a clamp on the head and a scythe through the gut.
I first met Shima when she moved to Bethel, Alaska to fly 135. She was awfully low time but smart, charming and persistent.
She eventually got a job flying 207s, then 1900s, then Caravans and C406s.
The last time I saw Shima was late July in Barrow. Her company turns our flights up there and we had to spend a week shuttling fuel oil. One night a whole group of us were able to have dinner together. Fresh caribou, salmon and halibut. We caught up on old times and talked about what's next in this maddening industry.
The next day I had some free time so I rode along on one of her flights. We flew southwest along the coast looking for whales and walrus. We found about 300 walrus sunning themselves on the ice about a mile off shore. There were whales too.
I took pictures of Shima, ever-humble and soft-spoken. She protested the whole time. I told her she could give the pictures to her mother who would be visiting from Japan soon.
After I got home, I forgot about the pictures. I never developed them--and it's tearing my heart apart that I'll never be able to show Shima what a beautiful, vibrant, hard-working and dedicated woman she was.
It's tearing my heart apart and I don't know what else to do or say except that I already miss her.
For Shima.
Peace.
I first met Shima when she moved to Bethel, Alaska to fly 135. She was awfully low time but smart, charming and persistent.
She eventually got a job flying 207s, then 1900s, then Caravans and C406s.
The last time I saw Shima was late July in Barrow. Her company turns our flights up there and we had to spend a week shuttling fuel oil. One night a whole group of us were able to have dinner together. Fresh caribou, salmon and halibut. We caught up on old times and talked about what's next in this maddening industry.
The next day I had some free time so I rode along on one of her flights. We flew southwest along the coast looking for whales and walrus. We found about 300 walrus sunning themselves on the ice about a mile off shore. There were whales too.
I took pictures of Shima, ever-humble and soft-spoken. She protested the whole time. I told her she could give the pictures to her mother who would be visiting from Japan soon.
After I got home, I forgot about the pictures. I never developed them--and it's tearing my heart apart that I'll never be able to show Shima what a beautiful, vibrant, hard-working and dedicated woman she was.
It's tearing my heart apart and I don't know what else to do or say except that I already miss her.
For Shima.
Peace.