R.I.P. Vlado and Baby Duck

Soaring through the skies

was a gift meant for the birds, the bees, the dragonflies…

until the Warbirds flew.

The Pilot…

never quite the same.

Once he maneuvered that particular plane.

Loyal husband.

Loving father.

Reliable friend.

But this pair –

a match made in Heaven

destined to become legend.

It was a love affair born on first flight.

A bond cemented through

acrobatic height.


They died together,

as most soul mates do.

On a Sunday morning

that came way too soon.



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