It’s been a minute since my last blog post. Wanted to put something together sooner, but sometimes life gets in the way. In my case it was death.
On June 5, 2015, my 22-year-old son, Joseph, died a day after a driver ran a red light and broadsided his car. Words cannot express the pain this has caused my entire family and me. Joe was our youngest child and our only son. He was working with me in the business and living at home. He was making his way, learning and growing and excited about the future. And now … now it’s over, and it is still so very hard to believe.
For the first couple of months following Joe’s death I didn’t work much; didn’t see the point. As time has gone on I have gotten back into the swing of things on the surface, but in the deeper recesses my priorities are being shuffled and reordered. Certain things and people have taken on decreased significance. Other things and people have taken on added meaning and importance. It is a process that is ongoing and one that must be allowed to run its course. There is no rush.
In the meantime, by the grace of God, I find a way to move forward. Increasingly, I find motivation in my memories of Joe. While his empty office and empty bedroom are awful reminders of the tragedy of his loss, I yet hold him dear and keep him with me every day. Joe loved basketball. His favorite team was the Cleveland Cavaliers. We were looking forward to spending time together watching the 2015 NBA finals between the Cavs and Golden State Warriors. The first game was June 4, but we never saw that game because that was the day the driver ran the red light. The day everything changed.
Though I have worked primarily in professional baseball, I have always wanted to do basketball work. From time to time I have made small inroads into what is my favorite sport. Now, I am determined to break into this part of the industry in a significant
way as my way of honoring Joe. I know he would love that.
So many people have been kind, gracious and supportive during this unspeakably difficult time. Through it all, our faith has kept our family strong. Though the pain is palpable, our hope prevails. There are no familiar landmarks on the road we’re compelled to travel, and yet we press on, putting one foot in front of the other. I am determined to keep it that way. Determined to keep going. Determined to make it in spite of. Determined to honor my son. He is (not was) a special young man who will live in my heart forever.
And so, we go forward. I am endeavoring to live out what I often shared with Joe: that we are here to make a difference. To this end I will continue to walk in love with family and friends, pour into young people who are looking to get ahead in their careers, and use this space hopefully to provoke a thought or two not only about the world of sports, but also about this agonizingly beautiful and complex thing called life.