![]() It is this part of the story that I keep recalling over and over in my head, because at this point I asked John if he wanted to explore the spot, which we later would learn is called the "Ed's Push" area. The rest is hard to explain unless I can use my hands, but for simplicities sake: We had a map of the cave and got to a part where we couldn't find where it continued, so we each took a route that looked like it could be the right way. Because of this it was a little more difficult to breath, but also nice because it was around 30 degree Fahrenheit above ground. The cave is a geothermal hotspot and so it is very warm and moist in there. When we entered the cave Josh, John, Jessica (friend of Josh), and I went first, while two other adults and four teenagers followed behind. I have gone on several caving expeditions with Josh and thought it would be an enjoyable new cave to visit. I was invited by a great friend and old roommate, Josh Jones, to come along with he and a few family members. I was part of 11 people who went to the Nutty Putty Cave on November 24th, 2009, just two days ago. Even after his passing I have talked to him in case he can hear me. Someone who I knew for only a couple of hours, but who is someone I feel very close to now. This morning I am grieving the loss of John Jones. And so I knew there would be times ahead (sooner than later) where I would lose a loved one. My father made me aware of this fact not too long ago. ![]() I have been blessed to never have any relatives pass away unexpectedly or while I was old enough to understand. I am almost 26 years old and up until today I have never grieved for anyone. I wanted to write some things here before I forget them (because I am away from home and can not write them in my journal) and I want to share my thoughts.
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