INTO THE BLUE:
A Father's Flight and
A Daughter's Return
by Susan Edsall
In the spring of 2000, Susan Edsall’s father, Wayne—a
re-builder and pilot of antique airplanes, and a John Wayne type
of man born with flying in his blood—suffered a devastating
stroke that left him unable to read, write, speak, tell time,
understand the alphabet—or fly. The doctors told Susan the
best her family could hope for was that he would learn to play
checkers. Susan knew if her dad couldn’t fly, he’d
just as soon not breathe, so she chose another path. Battling
the pessimistic conclusion of the experts—and her own looming
fears—she and her sister, Sharon, aka the Blister Sisters,
decided to take matters into their own hands. With no medical
training but double doses of determination, they bushwhacked their
own rehab program and got their father back behind the controls
of his beloved open cockpit biplane and into the air.
Susan Edsall’s Into the Blue
is a powerful family memoir about two feisty sisters from Montana
who bring their father back to life—and discover themselves
in the process. Susan compares their story to “The Wizard
of Oz” in a sense—Sharon learned she had a brain;
Susan learned she had a heart.
Inspiring, gritty and often hilarious, this is much more than a
story about a miraculous recovery. It's also about a daughter who
relearns how to live—just as her father relearns how to fly.
It is a deeply resonate story of how being pole-axed by life leads
to a triumphant come back due to the sheer effort, heart and will
of these courageous people.
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possesses that rare quality of being both an epic yet intimate story.
It’s a father/daughter story set against flying. A true story
with unforgettable characters and laced with a unique brand of humor.
A story that’s at once hilariously funny, yet inspirational—deeply
moving, yet edgy. It’s a story that will have you laughing and
crying before all is said and done.
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...and of the living, none, not one,
who truly loves the sky,
would trade a hundred earth-bound hours
for one that he could fly.
— Gill Robb Wilson
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