James Kim dies in the wilderness

I’m not sure why I’m writing about this. Or why this story seems to hit me so hard. Maybe its because I’ve trekked across those mountains taking shortcuts in early December, less prepared than I should have been… luckier than I should have been. Maybe its that for the firts time I followed a news story on a bookmarking site (digg). Seemed to be at least twenty minutes ahead of even local news… Experiencing news in a communal environment is interesting, I recommend it for anyone who hasn’t tried.

Of course I’m horribly sorry for James’ family, his wife, his two daughters, his parents… The undersherrif that was delivering all of the updates really seemed to hold hope in his heart, and that is rare to see (on television). Brings about a greater sense of humanity, which returns me to the final moments that James was alive, and that I hope his heart was filled with the love of the thousands of people that sat by and hoped for him, prayed for him…

If I believed in heaven, I would believe that it has a place where James could live forever.