Friday, January 17, 2003
I visited the crash survivor in the hospital today. He was sedated, so he didn't know I was there.
I chatted with his family and left him a note mentioning I'd spoken with two people I'd spoken with who wished him well.
The funeral for the woman is on Monday. Thirty-one years old. That's far, far too young.
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