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Man, I keep thinking about this story. Goddamn it, I hate hearing about fathers (or anyone) dying in such a preventable way. It makes me so sad. I suppose it's because my own father died tragically a month before I was born, and I have lived through the aftermath of that tragedy for 27 years... it still brings many people in his family to tears, after all this time. It really scars a family, almost irreperably.
It is just so sad to lose anyone like this... and yet, so random, and therefore inexplicable. Maybe that is the hardest truth; that in the end, it was an accident, and that there was no real meaning to be found.
The only strange consolation I can imagine, is that at least they found his body. For my mother, they never found my father's body (lost at sea)... and it has always been a torment for her and his family, psychologically.
Goddamn it all.
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And think not you can direct the course of Love;
for Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
--Khalil Gibran
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