My father was a paratrooper in his youth and when he retired he continued to jump for recreation. He was still skydiving at 71 years old. When he found out he had terminal cancer, one of his goals was to attain some sort of skydiving license at 300 jumps. He trudged through the pain and sickness with an insanely positive outlook in an attempt to achieve his goal. So much so, that he attracted the attention of local papers, a radio station and was even videoed as an encouraging example for patients suffering from cancer.

He passed away 4 jumps short of reaching his goal.

To this end, myself and 3 other members of my family have agreed to do the last jumps for him.