How can 365 days later feel like yesterday?
I will never forget, for the rest of my life, where I was and what I was doing when I got the news that Jose Fernandez had passed away. For me, it has become a singular event, much like 9/11 was, or, reaching back further in my youth, to when the Berlin Wall came down.
More than just remembering vividly the dark cadence of the day, I can still feel the train of emotions: Disbelief. Shock. Queasiness. Helplessness. A lingering sadness that was underneath the surface all day long but would sharpen randomly and threaten to overwhelm, and finally, a torrent of grief when all of the day’s work had been put safely behind me.