Oh my god, I can't believe it's been that long. I was about 13, and we were at my parents' house in the Poconos (they used to take us there to torment us w/ boredom after the excitement of the holidays) and I recall that came on the news, really morbid footage of his body wrapped up and being carried away on a stretcher or something. I was crouched on the floor right in front of the TV in disbelief and then of course I spent the rest of the night all upset-- I didn't know at the time that C had broken up w/ him so I really thought this was even more of a nightmare for her. For the remainder of our time up there I hid myself away in my freezing cold room, writing poetry about what happened and drawing pictures of him (which looking back were godawful!) My mom said something like "That's what happens when you get drunk and go diving" which I thought was super mean of her, but strangely enough I could easily see myself saying that to my daughter now. Funny how we become our parents.
But anyway, that was sad. He left 3 young boys behind.
-Lis