"For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand." - Wm. Butler Yeats

Sometimes the world is too much to bear. Today we learned of the death of a man in his late thirties who was married to my former assistant, while playing hockey last evening. No warning, no idea that this might happen. He leaves behind poor Georginette, as well as a small son. She is surrounded by family and community, but that is the only comforting fact that I have to report today.