Thursday, April 9, 2015

Five Years

My father died five years ago today.

He hadn't been feeling well, but his symptoms sounded like a reaction to new medication. I still remember the call from the hospital: my disbelief and shock.

If he were still around, we would be talking baseball--excited about Opening Week--hopeful for the Mets (me) and the Phillies (him.) I wish I could have that conversation.

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