In Loving Memory of Michael Channer

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"Miss you Mike"
by Nici

9 Sep 2005

Miss you so damn much Mike - today more than ever. Though usually it's with the happiest of memories and thoughts that make us all smile - today it just feels so hard to smile.
I just feel so incredibly blessed to have even met you - I don't know if I have ever met somebody who in such a short while affected our lives so much! Miss you every day.


"Miss you"
by Melissa

9 Sep 2005

For the first time in 25 yrs I am lost for words. I wish you were here to finish my sentences and stop my tears.

I miss you

Mexico, Nogalas

"We Miss you Michael"
by Paul vd Meer

31 July 2005

As a flat-mate and one of Michaelís colleagues in Zambia last year, I would like to say a few words about Michael. It has been a while since 9/9/2004, but I have found it difficult to express words.
In great respect for Michael, Gerry and Sharon, I wish to remember our friend, colleague, Brother Michael by commenting on Mike.

Michael was indeed a reserved well-mannered polite young man, an officer and Gentleman. He always had time to help others and nothing was ever too much trouble for Michael. It was the little things he did like he would drive me to the airport at 04h00 in the morning in the Icebox (the land-rover we drove in Lusaka) and pick me up late at night. Michael was a thinker; he would often sit and think about ways and means of going about tasks diligently and effectively. Michael spoke a lot about his Canadian friends; his parents and how it was back home in Canada. Michael was a leader and an influencer, not afraid to stand up and do what was right. He was not afraid to stand up and speak if nonsense was being spoken. Michael was also a man of integrity and would shine when it came to honesty and doing it right first time, quietly getting on with the task at hand. He flew the aircraft he was tasked to fly with precision, accuracy and was fantastic with his passengers. Michael was never afraid to ask for advice and often we would exchange ideas about how it could work, or why it wonít work.
Michael struck me as he having a deep respect for the local Zambians and always had the time to stop and chat to them. He always had time for others.
To Gerry and Sharon, you are two fine people who raised a fine son. You can be very proud of Michael. I would also like to commend Gerry and Sharon for their leadership and courage in the face of such adversity. One of the finest moments I will never forget is having dinner with you in memory of Michael.
Leanne, my wife, and I have since had a son, born in October 2004. I have named him after a brave young aviatorÖÖ Michael Channer

Oh! IO have slipped the surly bounds of earth and danced the skies
on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward Iíve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirthof sun-split clouds Ė
and done a hundred things you have not dreamed of-
Wheeled and soared and swung, high in the sunlit silence.
Hovíring there,
Iíve chased the shouting wind along, and flung, the eager KOX
through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
Iíve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, here never lark,
nor even eagle flew-
And, while with silent lifting mind Iíve trod the high un-trespassed sanctity of spaceí
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

We miss you Michael

Paul vd Meer
South Africa

"On wings of Eagles"
by Paul van der Meer

29 July 2005

Mr & Mrs Channer.
Today last year, Mike and I met at Royal Airstrip in Zambia I remember it like yesterday. I miss Michael and often think about the good times we had. He was a brave young man, a narural pilot and will allways be remembered.

Paul van der Meer
South Africa

"The Mike Channer Memorial High Flight Award"
by Sean S. Poynton
Me and Mellisa
Me and Mellisa

25 July 2005

I was the first recipient of the Mike Channer High Flight Award, graduating from Sault College Class of 2005, and was exceedingly proud to have been given such a prestigious award.

I never knew Mike on a personal level, although from the stories that I have heard about him he was an extraordinary individual. It takes a certain type of person to be able to follow their dreams to the extent that Mike did and I could only hope to live such a rich and meaningful life as he.

I again thank you ever so much for awarding me with such a meaningful award and I to look forward to living out my dreams.

Sean S. Poynton
Niagara - on - the - Lake

"Thinking of You"
by Miranda

4 May 2005

Even though it has been nearly eight months since this tragic loss, I wanted to stop by and give my sincere condolences.

I had known the Watters family who were lost in the accident along with Mike. I think of them often and also of you, his family and friends.

I know that along with the dizzying heights of flying come the unfortunate lows and this was a case of precious lives lost too soon.

My thoughts are with you in mutual sadness as we remember our loved ones. An old flying friend of mine once showed me this poem and I thought how it fit with the descriptions of Mike, and also my friends - love of life and appreciating beauty.

"The Flyer's Prayer"

When this life I'm in is done,
And at the gates I stand,
My hope is that I answer all
His questions on command.

I doubt He'll ask me of my fame,
Or all the things I knew, Instead,
He'll ask of rainbows sent
On rainy days I flew.

The hours logged, the status reached,
The ratings will not matter.
He'll ask me if I saw the rays
And how He made them scatter.

Or what about the raindrops clear,
I spread across your screen?
And did you see the twinkling eyes.
Of student pilots keen?

The way your heart jumped in your chest,
That special solo day-
Did you take time to thank the one
Who went along the way?

Remember how the runway lights
Looked one night long ago
When you were lost and found your way,
And how? -you still dont know.

How fast, how far, how much, how high?
He'll ask me not these things
But did I take the time to watch
The moonbeams wash my wings?

And did you see the patchwork fields
And moutains I did mould;
The mirrored lakes and velvet hills,
Of these did I behold?

The wind he flung along my wings,
On final almost stalled.
And did I know I it was His name,
That I so faithfully called?

And when the goals are reached at last,
When all the flying's done,
I'll answer Him with no regret-
Indeed, I had some fun.

So when these things are asked of me,
And I can reach no higher,
My prayer this day - His hand extends
To welcome home a Flyer.

ó Patrick J. Phillips


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