Admittedly, I've never been the biggest baseball fan. Though that seems to be quickly changing the more time I spend with my father. Since my mother passed away, I find myself doing things he enjoys, simply so we can have some time together. I'd hate to look back and think I'd squandered any amount of time with my (now) only living parent. Watching any Diamondbacks baseball game has become one of these activities.
When my dad got sick last year, my mom and I did all we could to spend time with him and try to make the most of it. We'd watch the Arizona Dbacks play, many times with dad asleep in the living room where he was most comfortable for a time. I learned a lot about the game in general.
His health is better now, and my knowledge of the sport isn't so limited.
Which is why it's that much more fun to watch now, with him. Albeit like most things, bittersweet without my mom.
Sometimes I watch the baseball game with him and among our banter, a word or phrase pops up that mom said often. Nicknames for players, quips, and such that we still hold dear come into use.
Sometimes I wonder how in the world we are going to get through this loss but then there are days like today; where memories bring more smiles than tears. Maybe it's a brief break in the storm but I'll take it. As we sat and watched the baseball game today, I realized we will get through this. We will get to the other side of this pain, and we will be stronger because of it.
Thanks for following along as I go through life on the sober side.