It’s a crisp, sunny, blue sky day full of promise. First baseball tournament of our year. Falcon Field plane traffic is steady above, dogs at my feet, we are safe in the embrace of our baseball family.
Field rules dictate one parent per player so bittersweetly I win that coin toss. No Philip to score the game today.
It is good to be back but so odd resuming life’s rhythm without Philip. A pervasive greyness tinges the bright day. My inner cheerleader is quiet. I am afraid that if left unguarded, my joy might spill over into the simmering uncertainty of deeper fear…
Farfegnugen! Enough of that, I am strong, surrounded, together so…
“Here we go 30, C4 is knocking, open the door! It’s Prime time!”
Anne
January 30, 2021
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