“How about me and Ed hold him from both ends and you let him go?”
“We could get under canopy and then drop him.”
“Cathie, you were married to him. You should do the honors.”
It was a hot Saturday in August and weather threatened from the west. Cathie and Ed and Kivett and Ralph planned Slyde’s final skydive as Slyde sat patiently by – in a box and all five cremated pounds of him.
