January 4, 2018
Watching the world go by at 36,000 feet, and remembering my Dad.

Part 1

Last year, in the week before Christmas, my Dad passed away.

It was decided at the time, to have a celebration of his life after the holidays.

On January 4th, I flew from San Francisco to Kansas City and spent the weekend with Mom, my brothers, and our relatives and friends of the family.

Don Henggeler

October 24, 1931 - December 19, 2017

Early Thursday morning at San Francisco International Airport

January 4, 2018

A large painting The Peasant's Parade by Wade Hoefer, displayed on the wall at SFO.

Leaving SFO early Thursday morning, January 4th


San Francisco

Lake Tahoe in California, seen from 36,000 ft

This photo was taken in Washington D. C. in 1954. I'm one year old and my young proud parents are Mary Ann and Don Henggeler.

My mother in Kansas City sent this birthday card to me in 2008. It included the above photo with this handwritten message: 

Hi Ron, 

Dad was cleaning out his billfold, this picture he has carried around for 50 years or so, thought you might enjoy it. It was taken in Washington D. C. when we were in the Army. Patomic River in the background. (Spelling you know how bad I am, but should be able to figure it out.) Love, & God Bless! Mom

The California Sierras


The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

Seneca the Younger


Mom wrote on the back of this photo of Dad and I:

This picture was taken when Dad first saw you after basic traning.




There is no death, only a change of worlds.

Chief Seattle


At the time of this photo, Dad was in the Army and stationed in Washington D. C.

The stroller in the picture is the one that I jumped out of in front of the Smithsonian Institution, bit my tongue, and had three stitches on my tongue.





I'm 4 years old in this photo in 1957




I'm 4 years old in Omaha, Nebraska. Mom or Dad took the photo. 

It was sent to me sometime in the mid-80's as part of a birthday gift from my parents.



The Colorado Rocky Mountains

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.

John Muir




To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

Thomas Campbell


Colorado Rockies




When he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night

And pay no worship to the garish sun.

William Shakespeare



Yellowstone National Park in July 1963

Dad is 31, and I am 10



Dad and Mom

Ron (L), Jay (center), David (R)



Eastern Colorado or western Kansas



Mom and Dad in 1964

The kids from oldest to youngest . . . Ron, Jay, David, Doug


Perry Lake east of Topeka Kansas

Beginning to descend into the Kansas City area


The Missouri River



The frozen Missouri River near Kansas City


Don & Mary Ann Henggeler with the H Troop

(oldest to youngest) Ron, Jay, David, Doug, Paul, and Tom

The Missouri River



Touching down at the Kansas City Airport


Mom and Tom's wife Beth picked me up at the airport


Mary Ann Henggeler

The H Troop on Yerba Buena Island in San Francisco 1982

Arriving home








Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

Dr. Seuss

When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye


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