I could write all day about the details, about what’s happened and what was said and how I cried to tell my parents and friends, but nothing even comes anywhere near the sadness of the pause the pause that happens when your given bad news, the pause that any loving human gives before they tell you bad news, the pause that when you look into your wife’s eyes you both know, a pause that tells you everything. The pause that means your dream as just stopped, beside myself with grief today, sending love and good energy to anyone out there who read this.