Friday night. One year ago. The worst phone call I've ever been a part of. I was in Beaumont watching TV with my parents after dinner. I had come in for a bike ride the next day and a childhood friend's wedding Saturday night. It was rare I was home with them. I'm still debating whether I'm glad I was there or not. Part of me is glad I was there for them, but the part of me that worries I will be haunted for life by that phone call selfishly wishes I had been hundreds of miles away. The phone rang and Mom said "oh, I bet it is Doug calling to complain about the Astros." Aunt Tootsie's name popped up on the TV caller ID. Mom answered and I could tell immediately by the tone of her voice that things weren't okay. I heard her ask "Linda Mattingly?" as she walked down the hall. Dad continued eating his ice cream and watching TV. I was already sick. Mom got off the phone and said Tootsie had said Uncle Buddy h...