Tbone1004, I've been searching for the most polite way to say I think you are going out of your way to over simplify and to post the same over simplified comments as much as possible. I usually love reading your posts, but today, I'm a little tired of reading them.
I wasn't great friends with Andrew, but our paths used to cross more a decade ago when I was working part time at Ginnie, diving from 11pm-3am. Andrew and Agnes were both pushing the boundaries of Ginnie, though I always felt that Andrew was doing it more safely. Sure, he had some close calls, but I felt like he learned from them, and wasn't as boastful as some others. Maybe my memories are skewed by his post about learning from a real life loop tear incident how quickly bailout can be drained, an incident I reference almost as much as his scooter battery mishap. Probably he was more cavalier than I recall, and I look forward to hearing from those better acquainted.
When I started cave diving, Rich Courtney told me I should be prepared to see a lot of my friends die, and he busted my chops because he didn't want me to die. Of course, Rich is dead now.
I will never forget listening to Jean weeping around the campfire at Ginnie when we learned of Marson's passing. It was chilling, it was pure emotion, and in some sense it was the most human reaction I've seen to an underwater death. Jean is gone.
In fact, I think of that sound when I listen to the music produced by Shannon Leigh, who died while I was working the front counter at Ginnie.
I once did something stupid and tried to exit through July Springs. Got close enough to see sunlight and stick a hand out into open water before giving up and turning around. Found a cool coke bottle that I still keep around as a reminder of my stupidity. There were some minor similarities in my stupid decision and the one that killed Agnes, and every so often I will ponder and reflect on those.
I found a mask in Royal once, got bad vibes and put it back in the silt. Re-reading the IUCRR report later, it was the same brand as one of the deceased, who happened to be missing a mask. Haven't found a good reason to go in the cave at Royal since.
Every death hurts, but I feel like the past few have been particularly close to home. I know there have been so many more than the few I mention here. My goal remains the same, to never die in a cave, and I am looking forward to learning more of the details in this situation so I can learn from them and further the pursuit of my own not dying in a cave goals, regardless of how mundane the cause.
Maybe it's because Andrew had just started posting on CDF again, and I was feeling nostalgic, but to learn of his death just a few days later, has me feeling a bit down. It's a damn shame.