Despite being a bit cold, the game was great. I mean, sure, Carrie did sit in some of the most coveted seats in all of Major League Baseball and crochet throughout the game, but I let it slide…mostly.
The curtain between the past and present had started to lift, allowing me to see both who my father was and, perhaps for the first time, who I am becoming without him.
My father was modest and rarely spoke about his accomplishments, so when he did, I simply loved hearing snippets of the mastery he had of his field. It filled me with such pride. I couldn’t imagine knowing so much about one area. I still can’t.
