Maybe this always happened and I’ve only noticed as I’ve gotten older and had my own grief to process, as all adults do. It reminds me of Dee Gordon’s homer in his first AB after Jose Fernandez passed. There’s no “right” way to grieve. Whatever one person needs is what they need. But there is something poetic, beautiful even, about seeing someone trying to press on with their life, while never forgetting what they’ve lost and not being afraid to show how hard it is to adjust to how life is different now. At some point, you have to go back to work, and do the things you do, while living with the loss. Maybe the hardest thing about grief is when you realize the world around you didn’t stop. You have to get on with it eventually. You can’t ignore it, and you can’t ignore how hard it is at times.

While hockey spent most of the night showing just how awful it is and how backward it can be, at least Oshie was there to show us what sports can be.