Shane,
I did not know you before this last weekend, but we seemed to click immediately. You liked the camp chairs I brought--so comfortable, you said. I don't know what it was, but I liked you so much from the moment we met. I will never look upon those chairs again without thinking of you.
Saturday morning in the sleeping room, I lay there half awake, watching as the people from the first team scheduled to enter got up from their cots one by one. You were the last from that team, but I could still see how eager you were for that dive.
Sunday morning in the sleeping room I did the same, watching as the others got up one by one. I finally did, too. I sat on the edge of my cot and looked at the empty cot beside me. What was there to say? Today we were going to bring you home. Time to start.
Too much of water hast thou, poor Shane,
And therefore I forbid my tears.