May he rest in peace; he died shortly after his father ended his life.

They had walked it together during summers when Daniel was younger, collecting brightly colored stones and leaves. They had visited it in winter when the path was covered in a blanket of white.

And they had made countless memories under the warm autumn sun, where Daniel would run ahead, laughing, pointing out squirrels or interesting branches that resembled something from his vivid imagination.

That afternoon, witnesses who happened to be on the trail said Daniel looked just like any other healthy, energetic child enjoying the beauty of the outdoors. One hiker recalled seeing them moments before the tragedy:

“They looked happy — the dad was taking pictures, the boy was smiling. There was nothing that made you think something was wrong.”