Jun 18th
Sunday
A hug to the man that gave me more than he will ever know.
Here's to curveballs and the many summer nights when we used to play catch in the backyard; just you and me.
You made the world a better place for me, Dad, just by being there.
I pray the grass in the outfield where you stand is soft and green.
You know I love ya…
~Michael
Michael–Just lovely. I like the image so much, too. This is one of the percs of getting older–the wisdom to appreciate where we came from. And it’s often memories of those ritual moments, the baseball games or the shopping trips, that form the backbone of our appreciation.
A touching post my friend.