Yes, it was a bittersweet day. My son had been born the day before he was shot. My wife called me from the hospital (I went home to catch up on a night of sleep after being up for about 36 hours) and told me he had been shot.
I held my son in the hospital and we watched his first Redskins game together, a close loss to the Bucs, without Sean.
For the reason of timing, I'll never forget when "that day" is coming up.
