I learned that two dear friends of Eike Hohenadl (referring to my last post) drove from southern California to Arizona to pick up his gear and car, so that his wife of many years would not have to. I also learned that he was observed to be completely unresponsive under canopy, so he probably had a wonderful skydive where he performed impeccably, and for whatever reason lost consciousness as soon as he opened his parachute. The landing was not the reason for his death, so I'm comforted, in a way, knowing that Eike probably never knew what happened.
Now, that said, I want to state right here that, even though it might have been right for him, that's not how I want to leave this life. We were of a similar age, and I realize anew that I've made the right decision for this to be my final season in the skydiving arena. Never does one door close but that another opens. Who knows what is next for me? I'm looking forward to finding out!