So, as I sit here and realize, actually been realizing this for a few days, that this is my first Yankee play-offs without either of the biggest Yankee fans in my life, my Dad and my Nonni Betty. Nonni Betty, who at 90 was still smoking her cigarette in the bar watching the Yankees in the World Series (at her own birthday party) seven years ago. She would pass the next year. But I still had my Dad. I knew that no matter where I was, he was watching the same game, feeling close to the same emotions. But now, I'm alone.
Karen's an Orioles fan. The kids are asleep and I'm actually doing some work to avoid what I was really thinking and feeling. I still can't define what the loss of a parent feels like, it's sort of a numbing emptiness, not really large but there, and a bit on the heavy side. But I do know, if there is a heaven, and they have a TV, then Dad and Nonni B are up there watching this game. (Our team is losing guys but it's only two runs and you know it's not over 'til the fat lady sings) But in any case, this year's play-offs are not the same for me as in year's past. And I doubt they will ever be the same again.
Go Yankees.
Posted by robdesign at October 5, 2004 10:25 PMCall me weird, but I truly believe that my dad is always around me, even though he died 6 years ago.
Maybe that's just silly and wishful thinking, but it is a bit of a comfort for me, to think that way.
So perhaps you're not alone - maybe your dad and Nonni B are right beside you, watching the game with you...
Posted by: Cindy at October 5, 2004 10:52 PMI'm sorry your feeling down Rob.
Posted by: emily at October 7, 2004 10:49 AM