Where is Superman just when you need him?

It is Christmas Eve, and I find myself browsing through all of the news stories in respect of the discovery of the deceased body of my second son, EfeOghene Obrimah on the ground on August 13, 2022, beside the press box of the stadium in the High School (Atlee High) from which he just had graduated at the age of 18. Having being an athlete for Atlee High who won two state athletic championships, it was habit for Efe to make use of the stadium’s facilities for exercise.

If it hadn’t snowed out in Nashville, Tennessee on Thursday night, with outcome I would engage with my usual Saturday morning exercise regimen in one of the finest parks that I have traversed in all of the United States, perhaps I do not find myself in the frame of mind for wanting to find out whether the world quickly had archived away what happened to my son, as such had rendered all of the news articles in respect of his decease undiscoverable.

It is a beautiful mystery when your discovery that news articles in respect of the decease of your child remain accessible brings comfort — comfort that the world has not so soon relegated the news to not any more be relevant.