I Never Got Over Death Of A Loved One
Last year I sat on the phone, miles away from my bestie both of us had ESPN on the television. We were laughing and giggling reminiscing about all the Yankee games we had attended and having watch Mariano Rivera grow from a skinny kid on the hill to the most incredible, dominant closer in the game. We waited for the announcement of his being elected in the Hall of Fame. Crying, screaming and just so happy to find it was a unanimous vote. Our guy...the first ever. It was a night to remember.
"Melon, we have to go for the induction in July. It's Mo, we have to be there." I pleaded to make a plan.
"Let's wait for next year for Jeter, Mo will be there for him." was her response.
My girl had been battling bladder cancer for better than a year and was tired and scared as well as scarred.
"Don't be disappointed, Gerb. Let me get through this shit."
"Okay, Melon, but I'm going to look for places to stay just in case."
May 24th she got the all clear...no more cancer in her bladder. We were elated.
We didn't go to Cooperstown in July...bladder cancer in her brain, lungs, bones...she died August 29th.
I watched ESPN remembering, in my family room with my husband last night. A wonderful man, but not my bestie for 50 years like my Melon. He can never have the history, nor the loyalty to our team like we had. I felt alone as the tears flowed. Yes, Jeter having gained the greatest prize and my bestie not around to go to Cooperstown in July.
I need to make that trip alone in July...he was the one we were waiting for.
"Melon, we have to go for the induction in July. It's Mo, we have to be there." I pleaded to make a plan.
"Let's wait for next year for Jeter, Mo will be there for him." was her response.
My girl had been battling bladder cancer for better than a year and was tired and scared as well as scarred.
"Don't be disappointed, Gerb. Let me get through this shit."
"Okay, Melon, but I'm going to look for places to stay just in case."
May 24th she got the all clear...no more cancer in her bladder. We were elated.
We didn't go to Cooperstown in July...bladder cancer in her brain, lungs, bones...she died August 29th.
I watched ESPN remembering, in my family room with my husband last night. A wonderful man, but not my bestie for 50 years like my Melon. He can never have the history, nor the loyalty to our team like we had. I felt alone as the tears flowed. Yes, Jeter having gained the greatest prize and my bestie not around to go to Cooperstown in July.
I need to make that trip alone in July...he was the one we were waiting for.
