On June 3, I excused myself from a family function, walked into my house alone and wept. Three days of fielding calls from the media and processing what it meant that St. Catharine College was closing caught up with me. I lie in bed for an hour, numb again, until my wife came home and found me. I sobbed, my body shaking.
None of this is easy. St. Catharine College and its people have my heart.