This is neither mundane nor pointless. It’s tragic, utterly, crushingly tragic. My heart aches for my friend Nancy and I cannot imagine her despairing grief. Her 17-yo son Kevin died suddenly and accidentally. It was a gun accident.
Here’s what happened -
Details are sketchy and this isn’t the kind of thing where you ask the parents for more details, but what I understand was that Irv, Kevin’s father, took Kevin to a local pistol range to teach him how to shoot. It was Kevin’s first time shooting.
Somehow, some way, Kevin was handling the pistol, it discharged, and the bullet hit Kevin in the head.
9-1-1… paramedics… hospital… Kevin was declared brain dead a few hours later. The docs did what they could. Kevin’s organs were donated. The funeral is tomorrow.
What complicates this a little is that Irv and Nancy are divorced, and the divorce was contentious. Things got ugly, as some divorces do, and while the divorce is final, things between Nancy and Irv were not good before the accident. Since the accident, it took a long time, several days, before Nancy could even talk to Irv.
Nancy is my exwife’s best friend. Nancy, my exwife and I were all good friends several years ago. Irv has always been distant, a little weird. Whatever. Nancy was in love, she was happy, that’s what mattered back then.
At the hospital, my exwife overheard Irv telling a nurse that he was not right there when it happened. Does this mean Irv was 4 feet away from Kevin? Or 14 feet away? Had he left the firing line to go buy more ammo? I don’t know what “not right there” means, exactly. However I can surmise “not right there” means Irv was not 4 inches to the left of a brand-new shooter with his hands at the ready to quickly grab the gun if the muzzle were to sweep to an unsafe direction - this can happen quickly, so very quickly with a pistol and a new and naive shooter. (Heck, it has happened to senior Marines who haven’t seen combat. I’ve seen it and have prevented a shooting accident when as the range safety officer taking my unit through our annual rifle and pistol qual. But that’s another story.)
The gun range has video cameras. The police investigated and determined it was an accident. I haven’t talked to the police, nor to the range staff.
I’m guessing they were shooting semis and not revolvers. Maybe it was a Glock, which only has a trigger safety. I’m not a big fan of Glocks but I know many are. Someday I would want one, there are a few guns on my wish list, but for now I don’t have one. But with how quickly this happened it was likely a semi, single-action (or DA/SA, yes).
I am mad at Irv. Unfairly or no, and if and only if the shooting was accidental, I blame Irv for this accident. Damn you, Irv. Fuck you, Irv. I blame you Irv because as a shooter, trainer and coach I know there are things you do to greatly reduce the likelihood of a shooting accident. You failed, miserably. Never mind that you lost your son. I don’t know if you loved your son, if you cherished your son, or if your animosity towards Nancy played any part, however small, in this accident.
Nancy cherished her son. Nancy has an older daughter. Now Nancy has just her daughter, and the memories of a son whose life was too short.
I ache for Nancy’s loss, and for the grief of my exwife and my kids (Nancy is their Godmother) and the families. I pray for them.