earlier this week, the wreckage of my dad's best friend's private plane was discovered by a search and rescue team in the mountains of san jose, california. my heart hurts in a way that i can't explain. it seems as if all the words ever written couldn't adequately express why something that hurts this many people SO MUCH is allowed to happen. dave and my dad shared a commonality in that they both love flying, and have been friends for over twenty years. my heart is broken. i cry for my dad that lost one of the only men he has ever loved and respected. i cry for my dad as i know he walks past a plane in his garage that he was building with his best friend... one that haunts him with the memories they wanted to make together. i cry for his wife that sleeps in a half-empty bed and attempts to recover her seemingly half-empty life. i cry for her as she looks into a closet of his clothes that still hold his scent and their memories. i cry for his daughters that will wish for their dad every important moment of their lives. these are a few of the things that i can't explain and i won't even try.

pray for the devastated hearts that can't even fathom healing.

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