well, all who would bother to read this already knows what happened so i don't need to explain. If i do, just ask on a comment or something. death is a funny thing. it comes when least expected and for all the wrong reasons, and in the wrong ways. no one could possibly have guessed that when they say goodbye, that could be goodbye for the rest of your life. that could be the last time you see that person smile or laugh, or breathe. it's really sobering. two summers ago my aunt and uncle got into a car accident in Colorado, in the mountains. part of the road gave way and their jeep went tumbling down the mountain more than 1000 feet. My cousin Cole and his friend Ian were both ejected from the vehicle. my aunt and uncle never seemed to get out. they both died in that crash and my cousin was in a comma for close to six months. when he awoke, we had to tell him that his parents were no longer going to take care of him...we were. it's so strange to think about that. i heard about it while i was working at a Boy Scout camp. it was a completely normal day, until we got that call to let us know the tradgedy that had taken place only hours before. Death is wierd like that. it's just one of those inevitabilities in life. everything must have a beginning and an end. sometimes the author's of some of the greatest works seem to die too soon. he would have been a great man...he was. he will be missed by all. Yours, Adam