Imagine losing the love of your life.
Imagine that, plus having to share your pain with the rest of the world. And if you don’t, someone else will tell your story whether you want them to or not, fuzzy facts included.
I saw some of that Sunday morning around the Meyer household where their beloved husband and father, Don, had died an hour earlier. By the time I arrived — only to offer my condolences — the media storm had started.
I could not imagine having such a private moment, and having so many wanting to take it immediately to the public stage. Including me.
For that, I am sorry.