I recognized what you were saying,
@Andrew, but in my view dying at 75 or 80 in a fiery crash or after a battle with dementia is better than dying at 37 "doing what you loved," especially when it means that your child does not get to know you and you do not get to see your child grow up.
@BillyGr, I can guarantee you that Christopher Roma's son would rather that his father had lived another thirty years, then developed dementia and died five years later. (And I don't mean to belittle dementia or other extended deaths. They can be cruel.)
Usually when people say "they died doing what they loved doing," the deceased is too young. It is a trite comment trying to put a positive spin on a tragic event. If someone dies after a long-suffering illness, whether it was physically or mentallly painful or with dementia, death can be seen in a positive light. But when someone dies too young, because something went wrong, there is nothing good about their death. It is tragic and awful for the deceased and those who loved them. It's OK to say so.
Thanks TEO. I think any of us can only be left to wonder about these things and offer our own perspectives. Just happens the day before hearing about this tragedy, I was thinking deeply about what death might be like and specifically trying to imagine what some of the examples we both stated would actually be like. But I have a suspicion we don't have the ability to know after it happens, so what is the option at the moment of realization....if that is what is obviously happening, and you realize it. I said the slow goodbye over the past few years to a family member and towards the end she was trying to end it herself (I think she was also desperately trying to get outside- her true love), so I am left to wonder.
I had too many occasions of consoling family members of persons who died in the woods, often accompanying them down in a litter-carry group with their deceased loved one. The tragedy of the situation was quite apparent and acknowledged, and was not necessary to dwell on, but I always tried to find something meaningful about the situation to these folks and communicate it to them, and it has always been reciprocated with deep appreciation.
A point to consider with Ken Holmes' situation was that he was heavily equipped, although with gear that was not the latest, greatest, and lightest, as he had only what he could afford. But Ken did pretty well and from all indications survived the night in his (battered) tent intact up on the Bond ridges. The evidence from his tracks was he was strong and focused up until he hid behind the west facing boulder on Twin. His tracks leaving off after that were all over the place. So, duck behind the boulder as you bring yourself out into the force of the wind waiting for it to die down, which it didn't, so the ability to retain warmth diminished and the cold took over. Also, in Ken's case it was the unusual ice fog that contributed with the extreme bottoming out of temperature.
Cartophile - I was an SAR commander for a state agency for 8 years at Monadnock SP, and we always started a rescue crew on foot even if we had a helicopter enroute. There were always too many factors that could scrub the air mission at any moment. A bit likewise is even though you can start other motorized methods to get in, stuff too often goes wrong with machines at cold temperatures, so need to keep multiple options going.
An example would be one time we were notified by Dublin Fire & Rescue that they were responding to a deceased hiker about 1/2 way up the Dublin Trail. They requested NG helicopter from Concord and they started an ATV up the hiking trail. I started my crew from the state park HQ to drive to the trailhead and hike. My crew was the only equipped with a mountain litter and full mountain rescue kit, and they eventually hiked around the stuck ATV, passed the fire crew, and made it to the subject. The helicopter arrived, hovered over a ledge, and a med tech leapt to the ledge below (despite my colleagues fervently waving their arms and shouting not to do so). So my crew treated the med tech for his now broken ankle, and forgive my memory, I can't remember if the chopper picked up the injured tech, or had to first fly back to Concord to refuel. Thus I can't remember if in the end the subject was ultimately carried out in the litter, or if many hours later it was the chopper?
This of course all unfolded in a much less remote and more tame location.