My prayers go out to his family and there are simply no words to express the depth of their pain right now.
I lost my 19 year old son, Ben, in a drowning death in Lake Shasta, CA 19 years ago and his younger brother in an auto accident in 1988. I am comforted now in knowing that they are safe and well and beyond all human suffering. But at the time, "a better place" would have been with their mom and me. For those of you who are close to this family, do things for them. Simple acts of daily life are overwhelming in the first few weeks. No one "knows how they feel", not even me because I'm not them. I know something if their pain, however, and like the "Footprints" poem says, they need to be carried for a while. You can help do that and be Gods hands for this family in some very real ways. This can be survived, but it truly is a choice to fall helpless into Gods arms and to try not to be too angry at Him for too long.