I have been vocal many times re: Conlin as a baseball writer, but for everything, there is a season.

Today, I can only offer Mr. Conlin my best wishes. He is a human being, as are all of us: frail and subject to heartbreak and grief. The loss of a spouse, while inevitable in this ephemeral world, is indescribably cataclysmic to the people directly affected, whether the loss is sudden or lengthy.

There is a newly created void left when that person passes which is filled with various parts of grief, regret, and love. The better parts of ourselves cannot help but to recognize the significance of the loss and to have tremendous sympathy. May the void in this case come to be filled solely with warm memories of a life well-lived and memories shared.

Godspeed, Irma Conlin, and best wishes to you in your time of trouble, Bill Conlin.

Saw your chat (actually read it instead of listening to my professor) and loved it. Next time I’ll get you with a question from a fellow Economics guy, ungrad only though, after that I went accounting.