I haven’t lost a spouse, but a dad when I was 12 and been touched by grief very recently. She’s hit the mark pretty well.
I just realized that if all five of my baseball girls play next season, we would be spread across four teams. 12U, 10U, 8U, and two in 6U.
That would be a lot of practices and games to juggle! Yikes.
Today, Dad would have been 76 years old, which is an odd thing to think about. Still young enough that, all in all, it would be normal for him to be living still, but old enough that I can’t imagine him actually being that age.
Here is me with him at probably the last time I wasn’t a pain in his neck at 2 months old.
Almost a month exactly is how long I can be on the road with six kids before I hit the wall.
I never really realized how troublesome asthma can be. As a kid, it seemed like enough people had it that it was somewhat normal and I never saw an attack. So, it wasn’t really a bit deal.
For O, she’s actively under the care of two specialists, tried a half-dozen or more controllers, take four medications daily to control it, yet we still end up in situations where she needs rescue medicine at levels unsafe to administer at home and taking the professionals here 24 hours to get under control with doses 3x what we can give and a third of the time between them.
Anyhow, here’s to meeting our insurance deductible on January 1st! 🎉