Six years ago this month, life threw a curve ball we weren’t ready for. While visiting her mom’s family in Pennsylvania, my daughter Ava had a seizure that led her to be flown by helicopter to Children’s Hospital in Pittsburgh. I was sitting in my sunroom at home in Oxford at 9 p.m., got a phone call and was on the road within a few minutes. August 6 is a date forever etched into my mind and soul. Damn curve balls.