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My Father-In-Law, (Poem) The Conservative Skydiver

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I ask you to please respect copy write laws and also remember that it was written by a family member about a deceased family member. If you would like to use it please Just Ask.

I must set the scene before you read this.

My father passed away on his 3rd jump of the day back in October of 2000. Doing what he did for 41 years, jumping with the newbie, he believed that jumping with the recent "A" license holder kept people jumping thus enabling our sport to grow. This is why we (my brother and I) started the JSF a skydiving scholarship award to assist new jumpers) it is funded by the SkyFest boogie now in its fifth year, 33 total winners at 5 different DZ's. www.skyfestboogie.com
Jerry never cared what you looked like, never judged you, if you showed up with a license and a rig he wanted to jump with you.

Anyway the other seven in his group (yes an SCR attempt) said he waved off at break off, gave a big smile turned and tracked. He had a massive heat attack during deployment, he was limp in the harness all the way down, so we believe as my brother put it best " He died of natural causes, in his natural environment".

If anyone knew him they knew that Safety was his number one concern, to the point that some might say he was anal about it. So you can imagine when swooping came along he had a lot to say.
My brother in law
(long time skydiver and professional photographer) wrote this shortly after he died.

I read it once a year at the Awards Ceremony at SkyFest but I thought I would share this. I have another one written by my sister, but it brings a tear every time I read it. Maybe I'll post it too. Its pretty good.


My Father-In-Law, The Conservative Skydiver
By Robert Tomany 11-2000


Don’t go through that cloud,
Quit cussing so loud.

Your rig’s out of date,
Your membership is late.

Your canopy’s too small,
It won’t hold you at all.

No helmet have you??
Your brains, they may spew.

Did you get a check before boarding the plane?
Is your cypres turned on?, Who packed your main?

Here comes the ground as you spiral down,
That landing sucked, you looked like a clown.

You seem to think simply landing is dull,
You feel the need to fracture your skull.

Blade running looks cool, unless you crater,
First your body comes in, then your brain shows up later.

Stop drinking whiskey, put down that beer,
Stop showing your tits and exposing your rear.

What’s that on your face?, and a ring through your nose?
What else is pierced?, I’m sure God only knows.

Your hair is too long and you need a shave,
Who dresses you? They must really be brave.

I know you think that I’m really square,
Isn’t it clear that I really don’t care?

In 41 years, many things they have changed,
I think I am normal, you must be deranged.

I admit we don’t always see eye-to-eye,
But we jump from the planes and meet in the sky.

Differences we have many, but common our love,
Of this sport that has taken us to the blue skies above.



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