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55 BASEBALL MEMORIAL July 12, 2007 Chapter Nine T hat evening word had spread so quickly all over and it seemed like everyone was grieving; so many were in need of some news or direction. Someone called together a memorial that evening at the high school on the baseball field. By word of mouth, in only about eight hours, hundreds of teachers, coaches, parents, friends and family gathered at Cordova High School on the baseball field where my son played first base, the place where Bryant felt most at home in this world The baseball field was by far Bryant's most favorite place on earth. It was like his sanctuary. The Cordova High baseball head coach spoke to the shocked crowd and many people gathered on the field where a bouquet of yellow flowers sat on first base. Who brought those? Who gathered all these people? So many questions . . . And, yet I still felt my son's presence all around me. I felt an inner comfort, as strange as that might sound, almost like a shield of protection in some way. This day had been the lon- gest day of my life from the wake-up call, the more than three-hour