Final Flight, Bob Lock
2016-05-04 Neighbor and Friend is Suddenly Gone
In the main, it came suddenly. Tim & I had talked with him in the
morning before he went to see his wife who was in the hospital,
recovering from back surgery. Little did we know that would be our last
A growing blockage in his heart was wreaking havok on his heart,
accumulating damage in a way that made Bob more and more tired. It
apparently culminated in a massive heart attack that nearly did him in
right there. But they got a couple stents in and explained that it would
be only temporary; a machine was hooked up to take over. He wouldn't
come off that machine without surgery and the surgery had a low
probability of success with a long recovery period.
He said no.
His final moments were with loved ones and friends. With full control
of his faculties he chose to turn
off life support equipment knowing that, within 20 minutes, it
would be over. And so it was.
One week prior to this he was taxi testing a 450 hp Stearman down the grass
runway in front of his house, tweaking the engine to make sure it would
pass its annual inspection then underway. He started feeling weak,
though, over the last weak, complaining about generally not feeling
After it happened he had
no intention of living on life support or in a degraded state,
probably the consequence of living
life so fully for so long. He said there should be no funeral, rather there
should be a party, with beer and
food on him. And so it was.
It was sad and kinda weird being in that hangar, with all his
handiwork so visibly sprawled about, the evidence of a passion
expressed. I had watched and photographed his welding at the table in
back. Some of his latest efforts were still enshrined in the temporary
cardboard that was to help placing more parts to the 2nd Command Aire.
It was a life taken that had much more in mind to do.
Life is short. Live it well. Live it today. And love it.
Bob gives one of his neighbors a ride in the
Command Aire that he built.