I was 12 and driving somewhere with Dad when the news came over the radio. I remember crying, much to my father's bemusement, but it was my first encounter with the meaning of death.
I'm, yeah, I can only imagine that must have been a pretty big blow. He was just so young still.
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I was 12 and driving somewhere with Dad when the news came over the radio. I remember crying, much to my father's bemusement, but it was my first encounter with the meaning of death.
I'm, yeah, I can only imagine that must have been a pretty big blow. He was just so young still.
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