For Kyle...
My heart has been hurting over the past 24 hours or so. Thursday, May 21, was a dark, dark day for me and everyone else whose lives Kyle Busch impacted. I’m writing this on May 22, just about 24 hours after hearing the news of Busch’s tragic passing at the age of 41. I’m not releasing this until a few days from now, once I get back from Virginia, but I wanted to give my thoughts on a man who not only touched my life, but thousands, if not millions around the world. I can recall exactly where I was when I heard the news. I was at one of my favorite restaurants on the boardwalk. I ordered my drinks, saw the news, and sobbed nonstop for 30 minutes. I cried the rest of the night, I think a lot of people did. I wept because I was sad, sure, and I’ll get into why I’m still emotional later on, but I just can’t help but think of everyone else. I cried for Samantha, Kyle’s wife. He loved her so, so much. Hearing her struggles over the years to now, becoming a widow, gosh, I mean that just r...