He was 22, my brother-in-law's oldest child, and we don't know why. We're waiting for the results of the coroner's inquest, but for now we keep asking, "Why?"
It's moments like this that are a complete slap in the face or, more accurately, a punch to the solar plexus. There is the back and forth between disbelief and nausea. A 22 year old is supposed to live like no tomorrow, but today had a different plan.
My BIL is in a fog right now, but he is somewhat comforted by the fact that their final time together was happy, filled with conversation and comparing notes on life: a father, both blessed and cursed by time and experience, sharing his experience with a son trying to figure out his path in this world who was willing and happy to sit and listen and share with a father who loves him.
We are beyond heartbroken, and we are trying to understand and accept.
But it all seems so very, very wrong and unnatural.
I ask of this community that at this moment, take the time to stop and tell all those who you love in this world that you love them. Whether it be a child, a parent, a spouse, a lover, a friend or family member, let them know their importance in your world, because your world can change in an instance.
Peace and love to you all.