I have know this antagonist for some time now. Since the passing of my mother, I know all about this jerk called Death. I know what it does to those who are left behind. I know the force of his inevitablity. The weakness it brings when another life ends.
Emotions are a pain in the ass.
I see the scythe-yielding fool came for a few more of our greatest heroes. I knew not of these men, but I knew what they accomplished, perhaps, even in a smaller measure, for what they stood. Walter Payton , the greatest Bear, dies of complications while waiting for a liver transplant. Walter Payton is gone, and his death only makes us realize how fleeting our moments as football fans can be. What a bummer.