It has been a fairly retrospective morning. A young man I coached a few years ago died yesterday. I’m going to miss watching him on the ball field, but I know he’s in a better place.

I want to pass thoughts and prayers on to his family and, specifically, his father. No man should ever have to bury their son.[1]

This Sunday Edition goes out to any father or mother who have had to do this. You are more courageous than I could ever hope to be.

Happy Sunday.

I don’t mean to undermine the ruthless slaughterings going on around the world today. It just hits that much harder when you know the person.