I didn't know Dakota James, the 23 year old Duquesne University grad student who went missing in late January, and whose body was recovered from the Ohio River yesterday, but like most people in the area, I was captivated by the story and of the efforts made by so many people to find him. The story came to a predictable end yesterday, and in many ways, it is a story that is just beginning as authorities attempt to discover just how James died and what happened to him.
It was just an overwhelmingly sad story to read about in the paper this morning. It is easy for any of us to say something like "at least his family has closure now", but they never really will, and the thought of just what this young man might have accomplished in the lifetime that was before him is a story that will never be told.
RIP Dakota James, and Peace to his family.