It hit in the middle of the quarter-final match of the Little League Tournament last night…Thank goodness for sunglasses cuz the parents all around me probably would have wondered what the hell my problem was.
There was a Grandfather at the game. The same Grandfather that had been at every game all season long. He cheered on all the kids. He paced the fence much like Tommy Lasorda used to pace the dugout while he managed the Dodgers…way back when.
All of a sudden I was hit with a vision of my Daddy sitting there in his beloved North Dakota watching his beloved David playing in his first Little League Tournament and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling…much like right now just remembering it.
I so wish my Dad had lived long enough to see yesterday…he would have been so proud regardless of how much time David spent playing, or how he did at bat. These are the times when I miss him most, and still do.
The boys lost that game…but in the bottom of the final inning the boys made up some major ground coming from behind with a 10 run deficit to finish out only 2 runs behind. We were very proud parents.
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Me too.
Yep, he would have loved to be there, I can see him with that big smile and a soft chuckle.