Today is the 64th anniversary of the bus crash in 1946 that killed nine Spokane Indians' team baseball players. In a week when my mother lost her husband Jim (and my family lost a member of our family), I have been thinking a lot about living and dying and the process in between. Hearts break at the losses. Hearts broke 64 years ago today. I know family members who still survive the baseball players who died. They still remember this date, still mourn. They are the ones that I remember today, as I remember everything else.
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