I was coming home from school after looking forward to petting my dogs and then putting my football stuff on for practice. The wind was picking up, and a cloud had briefly blocked the direct sun. I had gotten to my house and seen my mom in a lawn chair drinking water in the backyard, which was unusual as she was still typically at work. I walked into the backyard and said hi when she said " Joe, Wade is dying."
To say it was like someone took a sledgehammer,