He got electrocuted in an accident at work. My best memory of him is when he took me on my first deer-hunting trip. The campers sit quietly for a moment in their circle after the last candle is lit, with pinpoints of light all around. Finally, they blow out their candles. It is time for sleep.
Sleep is still a long way away up at the adult camp.
Each camper has been given a piece of paper. Each draws a circle and the name of the lost loved one inside it. The campers' lists encapsulate past, present and future, everything they ever wanted, everything they ever hoped for, everything they once had. My moral support. My son's father.