mental4astro
28-02-2016, 07:01 PM
Hello everyone,
It is with a heavy heart that I pass on the dreadful news that my friend, Rod Hay, died yesterday flying his beloved Jabiru.
Rod was a true country gentleman. He took everyone at face value, and welcomed everyone who cared to say hello.
I had known Rod for some five years. I came to know Rod from a phone call I made to him one day, asking if he would welcome some nutter astronomers to use his Airfield once a month. Not knowing me from a bar of soap, Rod said without hesitation "Yes mate! No problem. When would you like to come?". He did not want money for this, so we left with him a slab of his preferred brew every time we used his Airfield.
Not just to use the Airfield, but we were welcome to use the office building to get some shut-eye, and light up the combustion heater in the depth of winter.
I last spoke with Rod just this last Tuesday, to organize another session for us astro lot. And as always, he was only too happy to have us over, and I always looked forward to seeing my friend again.
I will miss my friend. I will miss our long talks at the Airfield and on the phone. I will miss calling the coppers when he doesn't answer his phone for a week, and I have to cops go by the Airfield to check on him, only to find him in his PJs having a cup of tea, and the phone on the blink...
I will miss the overnight stays I did with my son at the Airfield. It was a little 'boy time' get away that we enjoyed. Talking to Rod was something my son looked forward to, and going for our dawn walk, me bleary eyed after a late night at the scope, but we enjoyed the two hour walks exploring the expanse of the property, and following tracks left by passing animal overnight.
We'll meet again, one day my friend. Say hello to my dad, and have a look down on us every now and then.
Alex.
It is with a heavy heart that I pass on the dreadful news that my friend, Rod Hay, died yesterday flying his beloved Jabiru.
Rod was a true country gentleman. He took everyone at face value, and welcomed everyone who cared to say hello.
I had known Rod for some five years. I came to know Rod from a phone call I made to him one day, asking if he would welcome some nutter astronomers to use his Airfield once a month. Not knowing me from a bar of soap, Rod said without hesitation "Yes mate! No problem. When would you like to come?". He did not want money for this, so we left with him a slab of his preferred brew every time we used his Airfield.
Not just to use the Airfield, but we were welcome to use the office building to get some shut-eye, and light up the combustion heater in the depth of winter.
I last spoke with Rod just this last Tuesday, to organize another session for us astro lot. And as always, he was only too happy to have us over, and I always looked forward to seeing my friend again.
I will miss my friend. I will miss our long talks at the Airfield and on the phone. I will miss calling the coppers when he doesn't answer his phone for a week, and I have to cops go by the Airfield to check on him, only to find him in his PJs having a cup of tea, and the phone on the blink...
I will miss the overnight stays I did with my son at the Airfield. It was a little 'boy time' get away that we enjoyed. Talking to Rod was something my son looked forward to, and going for our dawn walk, me bleary eyed after a late night at the scope, but we enjoyed the two hour walks exploring the expanse of the property, and following tracks left by passing animal overnight.
We'll meet again, one day my friend. Say hello to my dad, and have a look down on us every now and then.
Alex.