Loved - Missed
Tom died Jan 10, 2008.
He will be greatly missed and
always remembered by ONA crew.
ONA CAPTAIN TOM AHERN - LOVED AND ESTEEMED COLLEAGUE AND FRIEND Long time ONA pilot Tom Ahern, died on January 10th. ONA crew webring extend deepest felt condolences to Tomīs wife Barbara and the family. Rest In Peace
January 10, 2008
CAPTAIN TOM AHERN
LOVED - MISSED
It looks like Show Time for many of us is getting closer. It's been a great layover and I'm sure we'll all get together once more when we get back to our home base. The weather will be clear, the planes perfect, the passengers enjoyable, and the destinations the best. Tom and Paul have taken-off, but they'll be there to greet us along with the rest of the gang when we arrive. They'll know all about the best hotels and places to dine and where to lift one or two. All the best, DAVE CASE
My heartfelt condolences to Barbara and the family. Rest in peace.
My sympathy goes out to Barbara Ahern. Her husband was such a wonderful gentleman.
I am so sorry to hear of Tom Ahern's passing. This is not a good start for 2008 -- I also lost my brother Phillip on January 20th. I guess all these bright, shining stars will be looking down on us and keeping us "in line." So grateful for this website so we can all be kept informed of our past/current ONA friends. Laura
My prayers are for Tom Ahernīs and Paul Stark`s families during these sad times. May their Souls rest in Peace. I'm glad I knew them. Pete Guglielmini
We are so sorry to get the sad news of Tomīs passing and give our warmest thoughts to the family.
The Final Flight Đ By Patty L. Hamon I watched a shooting star as it raced across the sky. I was awestruck by it's beauty in the darkness of the night. Surrounding it like diamonds, like tiny twinkling lights, a million shining brothers witnessing it's flight. Sometimes in the evening I will stand outside my door and admire the peaceful heavens and I'll glimpse a shooting star. I'll wonder at it's glory and the nature of all things, at the silence of it's dying and sweet sadness, it's death brings. When the angels look down on us as we go about our lives, to them, a fleeting moment like the shooting stars, we spy, will our passing go unnoticed into the darkest night? Will we be a brilliant beacon, like that star on it's last flight? Lord, I want to shine that brightly and like moths drawn to a flame, bring others to Your mercy and honor to Your name. And when my days are finished may You look upon my life like a glorious shooting star as I take my final flight.