Sunday mornings are usually the one day during the week that I sleep in. So after struggling to get out of bed, I made my way downstairs for my pick me up cup of coffee. As I traditionally do, I checked my phone to see what may have transpired during the early hours when I’m still fast asleep. And that’s when I saw notification after notification–Jose Fernandez was dead.
It was as if all the air had been sucked right out of my lungs. I stood in the middle of the kitchen in disbelief. I turned to relay the information to my father but he already knew.