There’s no easy way to start a post like this- but Kobe Bryant died on Sunday. How does one even begin to acknowledge the profundity of such a loss? You know how people talk about those “remember-where-you-were” when it happened moments? This wasn’t just one of those moments- it was more than that; when that initial TMZ story broke, the whole world came to a jarring stop. Case-in-point: I had been practicing guitar chords while sitting on my living room couch at the time I found out, when several of my friends had all, in unison, stopped whatever they were doing in their lives at that moment to send me the TMZ link. I didn’t want to believe it. To degree, I still don’t, even as I write this. But before long, it became clear that it was real. Like my friends who had first reached out to me and broke the news, my life too had come to a screeching, dissonant standstill. Like my friends who first reached out to me and broke the news, ...