As a dad, I think I understand a bit of what John Travolta is feeling about the sudden death of his 16 year-old son Jett. It goes a bit beyond that, actually, with my oldest son having the same name. Travolta’s Jett was born in ’92, four years after mine. Jett wrote me yesterday saying “there’s now one less Jett in the world…feels weird to see my name in an obit.” My sympathies all around. This is awful.