No, this is just a short blurb about Jean Segura, a player that I only know a little bit about on a team that I only know a little bit about.
Yesterday, the news broke that Segura was leaving Milwaukee and heading home to the Dominican Republic. His son of nine months had just passed away.
In a year when the Padres family has lost Jerry Coleman and Tony Gwynn, I still felt infinitely more sad for Segura. Sure, Jerry and Tony meant a lot to me (and still do), but on paper, it really shouldn't be shocking that a guy who was turning 90 and a guy with cancer passed away.
But a nine month old? As a parent of two (check my last post), I got a little teary eyed. Having to find out via phone that your child died? I don't know how I would've taken it, but it wouldn't have been well. At all.
Now, I'm not sure why Segura's kid is so far away in the first place, and I could make some uninformed speculation that may or may not be accurate. Regardless of the circumstances, a parent should never have to bury their child, and for that, my heart goes out to Segura and his family. I pray that they may find comfort and deal with this loss, and that we may always remember how important our loved ones are and never take them for granted.