Over the past week, I became aware of 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 who 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 is just as tragic. Each is just as gut-wrenching, especially when thinking about their loved ones, particularly their children. I can’t imagine the profound sadness and absence that must be felt in each respective home. Every death brings about a certain weight and…