I can’t get this picture of Jaylon Ferguson and his children out of my mind. Maybe I don’t want to. This image gives me some measure of comfort while at the same time, it tortures me. You can probably understand why.
Jaylon is gone. When a 26-year-old world class athlete dies, you know the details are not going to be pleasant. Yet some people, too many for my liking, have this insatiable appetite for the particulars. Sure enough, the sordid minutiae when uncovered, will spread like wildfire, distributed along the highways of social media.