one man relies upon another, aboveground as well as an underground, like intersex life, dreams interstatesects brief -- grief. i'll never forget the painful days that followed the explosion on upper big branch on april 5. i'll never forget the gentle sobbing of a grandfather who sat in his car all week, and gently sobbing, waiting for word about his grandson. i will be haunted knowing the war, the generosity of family sharing and hope and joined in despair, heart wrenching, heart warming. on that spring day, west virginia and the nation lost 29 good man, loving husbands, adoring sons, generous neighbors, who worked hard to earn an honest wage. these men, our man, have joined their ranks of too many miners before them anticipating the loving embrace of mothers and children at wives -- at day's end, but who emerged instead to the outstretched arm of their heavenly father. our loss is surely heaven's gain. a flock of fisherman, a host of hunters, faithful christian, a courteous, quiet football player, a practical joker, a tractor driving pawpaw. our fall on minors. nascar fans, gardeners, an