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Forever on our Hearts

In Memory Of:

Monty and Barb Haskell Went to be with the Lord, Christmas Day 2025 (Dad) Barb (2023)

Shawn Kirscht Pueblo Weisbrod Aircraft Museum In Heaven Dec 2025.

Gone, But never forgotten.

We love you always.

Mom and Rick Wolf, See you soon in Heaven. I LOVE YOU!

Point 27 Ministries

On 12/28/25, Deputy Sheriff Justin Mowery was killed in a single-vehicle crash in Blount County, TN.

Deputy Mowery was pursuing the driver of a stolen motorcycle who would not pull over when his patrol vehicle left the roadway and crashed into a utility pole. The motorcycle driver fled the scene.

The driver, who was a convicted felon, was later identified and arrested, and charged with evading arrest, resulting in the death of a law enforcement officer.

Deputy Mowery had served with the Blount County Sheriff's Office for five years. He is survived by his mother, brother, and uncles.

Point 27 is sending Thin Blue Line Dog Tags engraved with Matthew 5:9, "Blessed are the peacemaker for they will be called children of God" for Deputy Mowery’s fellow officers, and Folded Flag necklaces engraved with John 15:13 "Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one's life for one's friend" for his family.

I pray for God’s mercy, comfort, and strength for Deputy Mowery’s family.

Point 27's mission is to strengthen and encourage members of the Armed Forces, First Responders, and their family members with God's Word.

One of our goals is to give a Shields of Strength Thin Blue Line Dog Tag Necklace to each USA law enforcement officer.

The purpose of the dog tag is twofold. First, it is a tangible way to thank the officers for their service and sacrifice. Second, it is a physical reminder, we are never alone. God is with us always.

Learn more at www.point27.org

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With heavy hearts, we remember Lieutenant Rhiannon Ross, a United States Navy aviator, instructor, and leader who gave her life in service at just 30 years old.

She chose a life of purpose.

From her early days in Michigan to the cockpit of a military aircraft, she carried discipline, courage, and responsibility—earning her wings and dedicating herself to something greater than herself.

Not just to fly…

but to teach others how to fly.

At Naval Air Station Whiting Field, she stood as a guide for the next generation of aviators—shaping skill, building confidence, and passing on the knowledge that only experience can give.

On October 23, 2020, she took to the sky once more.

A routine training flight.

A familiar mission.

A responsibility she carried with pride.

Alongside her was Ensign Morgan Garrett, a student entrusted to her guidance.

Together, they climbed into the sky.

And together… they never returned.

The loss was sudden.

The silence, heavy.

But her story is not defined by that moment.

It is defined by how she lived.

With courage in the face of challenge.

With dedication to those she trained.

With integrity in every duty she carried.

Because Lieutenant Rhiannon Ross was more than an aviator.

She was a mentor.

A leader.

A woman who gave her life in the service of others.

Now, the skies she loved feel quieter.

But her legacy still soars—

in every aviator she helped shape…

in every life she touched…

and in the ideals she carried into the air.

Somewhere beyond this world, the sky is endless.

The flight is smooth.

And she is finally at peace.

We remember her.

We honor her.

And we carry her memory forward—always.

With heavy hearts, we say goodbye to Clarence “Bud” R. Lane, a survivor of the attack on Attack on Pearl Harbor, who has passed away at the age of 100—just weeks before what would have been his 101st birthday. With his passing, another living voice from that tragic morning fades into silence, leaving history a little quieter and the world a little more distant from the day that changed everything.

On the morning of December 7, 1941, Bud was simply a young sailor heading toward muster at Pearl Harbor. It was an ordinary Sunday morning—until the sky filled with enemy aircraft and the harbor erupted into chaos.

Bombs fell. Buildings burned. Torpedo planes screamed across the water.

A bomb struck the hangar’s paint locker nearby, igniting a wall of fire. Amid the explosions and confusion, Bud watched the attack unfold in disbelief.

“We didn’t even have a rock to throw at them,” he once recalled—remembering the helplessness of that moment, when a young sailor stood watching the world he knew collapse around him.

That morning shattered innocence and pulled the United States into World War II. For Bud Lane, the war that began in flames at Pearl Harbor would follow him for years across the Pacific.

He was reassigned to VP-44, serving wherever he was needed—sometimes as flight crew, other times helping establish radio-controlled drone operations along Oahu’s western coast. Later, he even volunteered for duty in England. Through every assignment, he answered the call without hesitation.

But like many who survived that day, he carried something invisible long after the war ended.

Faces of friends who were there that morning.

Voices that would never grow old.

When peace finally returned, Bud built a life far from the battlefield. He worked in the oil fields of southeast Kansas and later spent many years with Boeing, helping build the aircraft of a new era. Even in retirement, the sky never truly let him go.

“Full-time hobby now is still flying,” he once said with a smile. “Only with Microsoft Flight Simulator… Grand old bird.”

Yet for most of his life, he rarely spoke about December 7. The memories were too heavy.

In 2001, during the 60th anniversary of the attack, he returned to Ford Island. Standing again on the ground where bombs once fell, the weight of that morning finally surfaced. His voice trembled as he described what happened. His family watched quietly as tears filled his eyes—eighty years of memory rising to the surface.

With Clarence “Bud” Lane’s passing, another witness to that day of fire and loss has gone.

Another story now belongs to history.

But the courage of the young sailor who stood beneath those burning skies will never fade.

Fair winds and following seas, sailor.