The tournament is off to a bad start and the boys haven’t even taken the rink yet.
One boy showed up yesterday with a 103 fever. I’m hearing this morning that his parents took him to urgent care. Nobody knows right now if he’s going to be able to play.
Hang on, it gets worse.
I don’t know who knows it yet but another boy went home late last night. His mom, who wasn’t at the tournament, died in her sleep. She wasn’t the healthiest person but she was about the same age as I am and wasn’t expected to die.
I heard about it this morning from one of the other dads, who’s a friend of their family. He heard about it last night when the boy’s dad woke him up with a phone call.
My son doesn’t know about it yet. He’s still asleep.
I’m trying to think if any of his friends have lost a parent before. I can’t think of anyone.
I wish my wife was here. She’s 10 times better than me at dealing with people and situations. She’d do and say the right things without even having to think about it.
What a shock. Rest in peace.