Over the past week, I learned about a handful of heartbreaking losses. An old teammate who was 45 years old. A former colleague and friend who did so much for the local community. An acquaintance lost his life doing what many of us do every weekend: driving one of his children to one of their activities.   Each had a name: Pedro, Rich, and Sean. Each was just as tragic and gut-wrenching, especially when thinking about their loved ones, particularly their children. I can’t imagine the profound sadness and absence that must have been felt in each respective home. Every death brings about a certain weight and sorrowfulness. Yet, something stings…