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A California woman is mourning the loss of her husband, who drowned over the weekend while  saving his 7-year-old son’s life after their kayak capsized. 


“He was a very loving person,” Mojgan Manafi said of her spouse Hadi Ahmadi, 55, according to The Press Enterprise. “If he didn’t have anything, he was still willing to help people. He was such a great dad. He was such a great husband."

According to a news release from California State Parks, tragedy struck on Saturday, Dec. 6, at Lake Perris State Recreation Area in Riverside County.

Authorities responded to reports of screaming and people in distress in the water near Moreno Beach, the department said, sharing that a father and son were kayaking when their vessel capsized.  

Neither individual was wearing a life jacket at the time, though there was a vest in the kayak, according to the department.

“State Park peace officers quickly arrived on scene via patrol vessel and immediately recovered the man, who was unconscious and partially submerged,” police wrote. “The 7-year-old boy was in distress but conscious and holding his father.”

“Investigators noted that the father heroically kept his son afloat throughout the ordeal, supporting him until rescue personnel arrived,” officials added.

First responders pulled both father and son out of the lake and administered CPR on the man, who was later pronounced dead at a local hospital. 

Ahmadi was born in Iran and had been married to Manfai for 10 years, according to The Press Enterprise. 

Manfai, who told the outlet that her husband “was a very good swimmer" who regularly worked out, said that doctors believe he had a heart attack and drowned.

“He was always my hero, but now he showed more than being a hero because he saved my son,” an emotional Manafi told KNBC.

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