I was at work when news of James Van Der Beek's death broke. Deeply saddened by his passing, as many millennials were, I walked to the bathroom for a quickie corporate cry. It felt like a piece of my childhood died along with the actor who played Dawson Leery, but it wasn't just a parasocial relationship that had me weeping next to the soap dispenser.
The Braves picked up Carrasco from the New York Yankees prior to the Trade Deadline on July 28. He'd signed with the Yankees as a minor league free agent prior to the season and had spent time on the big league roster before being designated for assignment by New York in June. He returned to the Yankees organization, pitching at Triple-A, prior to his trade to Atlanta.
The calendar said that Frank Leahy was sixty years old on that last night of January 1969. One look at Leahy would have labeled the calendar a fabulist. He still stood erect, five foot eleven, and his waistline barely had wavered from those postwar days when he strode the Fighting Irish sideline, an American celebrity at the peak of his command. But the crevasses in Leahy's face, the ruddy cheeks, and the thinning gray hair indicated the ravages taken by time and leukemia.
We recently received the good news that Wesley is on his way to a full recovery. We are grateful to the dedicated team of doctors, nurses, and caretakers who contributed to our son's well-being and counseled us through this time. Our goal is to ensure that families going through something similar feel the same level of love and support as we did.
