(Playing on ITunes Why from the album Diva by Annie Lennox)
So, today would have been a day that I would have called my Dad to share my disgust with the Yankees losing two games to the hated Red Sox early in the season. And to share my excitement with Isabella's first t-ball game where she went 2-2 with an RBI and two runs scored (well, in t-ball they don't keep score, but hey who's counting.) Even better she snagged a hard grounder at 3rd base like a real pro. My little infielder, I couldn't be more proud of her.
Since Dad isn't here physically, I'll share it with you guys. It was a moment that this Dad will treasure forever. A small play, she charged the ball like she's been taught (remember she's only five and a half) and snagged it. She also knocked down a grounder while playing shortstop. Kept the ball in front of her and didn't let it go into the outfield. I always said Izzy was a great name for a shortstop. Good job kiddo.
This has certainly been a week of up and downs. I've gotten a lot of support from friends and family, and even Izzy and I have had a couple of Dad and daughter discussions about her beloved PopPop. It's funny, because I really don't want to sugarcoat any of what I tell her but I also have to be careful in how I teIll her things so that she won't get too scared or worry about them happening to herself or any of her other family members. I think the hardest thing I had to here her say all week was that she was sad because she couldn't hug her PopPop anymore. I of course told her that all she had to do was throw a hug toward the sky and that PopPop would be sure to get it. And honestly, I believe that he's out there, looking over her, and catching all the hugs and love that are sent his way.
A Special Thanks
To the one person who this week provided a ray of sunshine on an otherwise gray, rainy week. You've been able to make me laugh and smile when I thought I was otherwise unable. And since I'm not sure where you came from, or how our paths crossed, I can only say, stick around. Very special friends like you are extremley hard to find. Thanks from the bottom of my heart.
Posted by robdesign at April 17, 2004 08:14 PMThe Red Sox are Boston aren't they? Oops ... just when I praised Boston. The stories about your daughter are very sweet and special. I'm sure your dad knows how you miss him. It's difficult and you know it's true that only time heals.
Posted by: Wendy at April 17, 2004 10:14 PMHey, it's not like it's HARD being your friend. I like it. You don't need to thank me. (This is, of course, assuming you're talking about me... maybe you mean someone else, in which case I'll shut up.)
PS - give the kid a hug and get her to sign something for me. When she's famous, I'm selling it on eBay. :)
Posted by: a buddy at April 19, 2004 09:27 AMGo Izzy!!!!