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Astros History: Too Soon

I got some very bad news Tuesday evening, and I'm finding it hard to focus. So today we're going to deviate from what we've been doing all season long with these articles. I will not be discussing the number 149 and how it coincides with an Astros player. Instead, I will be looking at some of the Colt .45s/Astros players who left this earth too soon.

The first player to leave this earth too son was Jim Umbricht, who passed away on April 8, 1964, to cancer at the age of 33. In two years with Houston, out of the bullpen, he posted an ERA+ of 148.

Jay Dahl, died in an auto accident June 21, 1965, at the age of 19. After two seasons in the minors Dahl had a 2.50 ERA, he also was the starter of the All-Rookie Game against the New York Mets at the age of 17.

Walt Bond, died of leukemia September 14, 1967, at the age of 29. I already discussed Bond earlier this year, but briefly Bond's could be considered Houston's first power hitter with 20 homeruns in 1964.

Don Wilson, died of carbon monoxide poisoning January 5, 1975, at the age of 29. He pitched nine years with the Astros posting a 109 ERA+ and two no-hitters.

Andujar Cedeno, died in an auto accident October 28, 200, at the age of 31. In six seasons with the Astros he posted a .250/.309/.389 line, with his best season coming in 1993 when he hit for an OPS+ of 107.

Darryl Kile, died due to a coronary artery blockage due to athereosclerosis June 22, 2002, at the age of 33. He pitched seven seasons with Houston throwing a no-hitter while posting a 3.79 ERA.

Sean Cisson wasn't an Astros player, he wasn't even an Astros fan, but he was a guy that showed up to church every other Sunday, starting at 7 a.m. and staying until 12:35 p.m. when the third and final service was over.

We ran the tech booth together, often times cracking jokes while we did. He was always interested in what I had to say, even when I talked about my silly Houston Astros podcast. We shared breakfast together, usually from Hardees. One morning noticing that he didn't have time to grab anything I gave him my extra biscuit. Two weeks later, the next time we worked the booth, he brought two biscuits. He covered a weekend for me without expecting me to cover one in return for him when we weren't working the same weekend (that's three weeks in a row of doing 7-12 Sunday mornings for those of you scoring at home).

I only knew Sean every other week, and I was hoping to get to know him better with the new weekly life group we were starting up at church. In fact our life group was only made possible by the fact that he fell off a ladder several weeks ago and broke his foot. We wanted to start a tech team life group to participate in the 40 days in the word program we were doing and came up with the idea to use Google+ Hangout, which allows people to connect on their computers via video and audio. Perfect for the tech team, and perfect for Sean who couldn't really go any where with a broken foot.

We held our first meeting last Tuesday with Sean. It was a great success and I was looking forward to doing it again last night, Tuesday.

My cellphone died Tuesday afternoon so I didn't know. I got home after a full day of work and two evening college classes and was informed, by my wife, that someone from the tech team had passed. It was Sean who died from a blood clot in his leg September 18, 2012, at the age of 28. He was a kind, giving individual who was always there for you. The world is a lesser place, because of his loss.

I apologize that this isn't more Astros related, but I felt I needed to honor Sean and this is the only way I know how. We've all lost people, some we're close to, some we're not, but just because we're not as close to someone doesn't mean they didn't have an impact on our life.

It's a tragedy, whether it's cancer, an automobile accident or blocked artery. We've lost some good people, but maybe, just maybe they're playing on the beautiful diamond in the sky and Sean is running the sound booth.