Sports was my husband’s thing.
He coached our son’s baseball team. And our son’s football team.
The last spring he was alive he coached Steven’s baseball team. Even though he was diagnosed with a blood clot in his brain and could no longer regulate his temperature, he was out in the Florida heat coaching baseball.
He died in September and he helped coach Steven’s football team that season until he died. When was really sick towards the end, he came home from the hospital and went to Steven’s football game. He sat on the bench and cheered the team on.
After his dad died, Steven finished the football season. And he played baseball the next season of baseball. But that was his last season of baseball. It wasn’t the same without his dad.
But he continued to play football. And still does.
Football was our family sport.
Jared coached Steven’s team.
I was at every game.
We went to Gator games every year.
Football was a way of life in our family.
And it still us.
Except now Jared isn’t here to coach Steven or watch games with us.
That now is solely my privilege.
I know his dad watches from heaven. Cheers him on. Smiles with pride.
I can feel it. Feel Jared shining down on our boy. Feel Steven trying to make his dad proud. Feel the love when I hug our boy after a game.
I have the privilege of getting to sit in the stands and cheer for our son every game.
I have the privilege of hugging after every game.
I have the privilege of telling him how proud I am of him each day.
I have the privilege of raising our son. Watching him become a wonderful young man. Seeing him grow into the man his dad and I hoped he would be.
Sports is now my thing.
And it is my privilege to be here to enjoy them with our son.