I’m at a loss for words.
That’s not something I say often. I spend my days talking about leadership, positivity, and building people up. But sometimes life stops you in your tracks, and the only thing you can do is sit with the weight of what you’ve lost.
We lost Brittney Murray this week. ‘Coach B.’
And I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.
The Coach Who Saw More
Our daughter Josie was young when we first met Coach B. She was excited about pitching… but still figuring out if she was any good.
If you’ve ever watched your kid want something badly, and also doubt themselves in the same breath, you know the feeling.
Coach B saw Josie immediately, the whole person, not just the pitcher.
Not just talent. Not just potential.
She saw a young girl who needed someone steady in her corner.
She coached belief first.
A lot of our lessons with Coach B happened at her house. We’d pull up, grab the gear, and head to that side yard.
And more times than I can count, we stayed after the sun went down.
Not because anyone was forcing it… but because Coach B cared enough to stick with a kid who was this close to getting it. One more rep. One more reminder. One more “You’re okay, reset and throw the next pitch.”
She didn’t just teach mechanics. She taught girls how to breathe, how to slow the moment down, and how to bounce back when things got hard.
And we saw it.
Josie came home from those evenings different, steadier, more confident, more herself.
That’s not a softball skill.
That’s a life skill.
The Ripple Effect of One Life
I’ve been thinking a lot about legacy this week.
Not the big, flashy kind… but the real kind, the kind built in driveways and backyards, long after the sun went down, when Coach B stayed for “one more rep.”
Legacy is what you plant in people.
Coach B planted belief in a lot of girls.
And that belief is going to keep showing up, on future fields, in hard conversations, in school, in jobs… in life.
Because when someone teaches you to reset under pressure, you don’t unlearn that.
What I’ll Carry Forward
Coach B reminded me of a few things I don’t want to forget:
- See the whole person. Skill grows faster when someone feels seen. People first.
- Confidence changes everything. Belief isn’t a soft thing, it’s fuel. Belief unlocks performance.
- Stay a little longer. The extra minutes are where trust gets built. Small moments matter most.
- Your words echo. A coach’s voice becomes a player’s inner voice. Speak life.
We’ll never forget Coach B. 💛🥎
She gave our family (and so many others) a gift we can’t repay. She made our girl better, yes, but more than that, she made her believe.
And when you’re a parent watching your kid grow, you realize how rare that is.
Right now, our hearts are heavy for the people who knew her best.
I don’t have a perfect closing for grief. I just have gratitude, and a challenge I’m taking personally:
Live like Coach B did.
See the person. Not just the performance.
Stay a little longer.
Speak belief.
Because that’s how legacies are built.
We’ll miss you, Coach B. Thank you for loving our girl well. Your legacy is alive in every confident step she takes, on the field and off.
