Stooby wasn’t just a man who loved the sky—he lived for it.

At Skydive Airtight, he wasn’t just the pilot or the instructor. He was the steady hand, the loudest laugh, and the calm voice when fear crept in. He had a way of making people believe they could fly—even if they were scared to leave the ground. “Fear means you’re alive,” he used to say. “That’s something to be thankful for.”

But Stooby also understood pain. He carried his own storms, and still—he chose to lift others. He saved lives, not just with parachutes, but with kindness, with presence, with quiet conversations when someone needed it most.

Losing him reminds us of something important: his life mattered. And so does yours.

If you’re struggling right now, please don’t go through it alone. You can call or text 988, the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline. It’s free, confidential, and always open.

You may not see it now, but there’s more sky ahead. And Stooby would want you to stay.

Because the wind will rise again—

And you were never meant to stay on the ground.