Seriously, the hardest thing I’ve ever read on facebook. It’s taken me more than a half an hour to read this because after every couple of sentences I end up crying and have to take a break. I do this so I don’t turn into a complete wreck. I don’t like remembering but know that I have to think of the bad as well as the good.
It’s funny, my brother talked about how he always thinks about my dad whenever he thinks about baseball. If there’s a good play he thinks about what my dad would say because that had that baseball-connection. But even though I didn’t play softball or even start to become interested in the sport until recently, I wonder the same thing.