George Strait’s “Breath You Take” was the final straw that facilitated the release of tears I’d been holding back most of the day. Tears appear to be an inevitable part of the happy moments — pointing out how bittersweet they are for us.
I was on the way to YaYa’s last game — the one which would decide which team would take home the trophy and have the honor of representing our league at the division Tournament of Champions (TOC). It’s just one of the many moments where the awareness of the missing father in the father-son moment lingers in the background. Not for me, but for the YaYa. Father’s Day will be another. We’ve a lifetime of many more events ahead of us — events where tears remind me of how precious and wonderful life is.