I Still Miss Stuart Scott

I cannot get over missing Stuart Scott.  I found the NCAA basketball tournament and the NBA Playoffs to be lacking without him.  I mourned him when he died, and then I mourned him throughout basketball season.  My favorite sport has lost its narrator. I knew it was coming when I saw his daughter join him on stage as he accepted the Jimmy V Perseverance Award from ESPN during the ESPYs last year.  There was something I found unbearably sad in her shoelessness. I would like to think that after the death of someone as deeply loved as Mr. Stuart Scott, the thoughts of those who mourn co-mingle, become a kind of synthesized force that rockets the spirit of the departed into the unseen networks of the universe.  I imagine the essence of Stuart Scott streaming through the darkness toward an unknowable home, toward something good that wants to keep him close forever. Today, I send Stuart Scott my love and thanks.  I hope that it helps him get where he’s going.