I know that I will always in certain ways mourn the loss of my parents. There are times that something I see, smell or hear that reminds me of them. I am not sure what it was a week ago; however, my father was heavy on my mind. It could be that his birthday is coming up or the fact that Father’s Day is around the corner, but I felt a profound emptiness without him here.
When I was extremely young, my dad played competitive fast pitch softball. I do not remember too much about him playing except I remember seeing the lights of the field at night. Dad played pitcher among other positions. Fast pitch softball was popular back then. It is comparable to baseball except the ball would move a lot more and the speed was slower. I understand that they had a team that played for the world championship. I do not know what that means but they took 2nd place.
It would have been nice to see him play or see a recording of the game but not many people had such devices then. I do know that when he would throw that ball to me when he was older that I had to concentrate as it would move so much.
He followed the footsteps of his father. Grandfather played softball as well and even went out of state for tournaments.
Miss you dad,
Mark
