I was afforded one of those chairs and was representing the Hollyfield family. Upon the court flooring, rows of chairs seated family members and friends of the victims. The arena-also used for the city’s professional basketball team-was free of ice today. Season ticket holders got seats, and the remainder were opened up for a lottery. The organization wanted something for the public, as the massive outpouring of shock and grief was crippling to many of the fans. I’m sitting in the Titans’ hockey arena for a collective memorial for all the people lost in the plane crash. Only three months apart in age, he was the man I went to for advice on everything. We were friends from the start, long before either of us knew we’d love hockey or even be good at it. It’s the same church my family and I attended when I was growing up.
Yesterday, I eulogized my best friend, Wes, as his parents sat in the front row of their family’s church in Montreal.
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