Baseball Lessons: It’s Never Over

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Great seats, and a very special day with my girls.

Baseball is like life:  It isn’t over until it’s over.  No matter how dark the prospects, it isn’t over until our breath leaves us. There is always time for redemption, an unexpected blessing, forgiveness or to just say “I love you.”

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My Grandfather, Part Five: Blessed, Holy, Poor in Spirit. Amen.

 

me and pa crab shackThis is the final installment of a five blog post series that consists of essays previously written about my Grandfather.  In a eulogy that I was honored to give at his graveside, I spoke ineloquently about the man he was and the legacy that I thought he left behind.  It was my way of saying goodbye, but it was also my way of conveying to the center of my world (my girls) the kind of people I want them to become.

As you read this, wherever you are and whomever you are, may God grant you the grace to see yourself as an instrument of his grace and bless you with a holy sense of spiritual poverty.  That sense is the wellspring from which all truly good thing flow.  Amen. Continue reading “My Grandfather, Part Five: Blessed, Holy, Poor in Spirit. Amen.”

My Grandfather, Part Four: Finishing Echos and Falling Roses.

pa gravestoneThis is the fourth in a series of five blog posts that consists of essays about my grandfather, our relationship and saying goodbye.  All of these essays were written as the events were occurring some months ago.  I want to give my girls not just a window into my grief, which they could easily observe, but also into the wonderful and beautiful things I experienced despite that grief.  I want my girls to understand that there IS ugliness in death and loss, but there is also great beauty that can be a strong affirmation of faith. Continue reading “My Grandfather, Part Four: Finishing Echos and Falling Roses.”

My Grandfather, Part Three: Slipping the Bonds. And There Isn’t Much to Say.

pa and me gettysThis is the third in a series of five blog posts that contain essays that I previously wrote about my grandfather.  This isn’t much of an essay really; I wrote it the day after I was told that he was gone.  Sometimes, words escape us.  But that is alright- Sometimes words are insufficient to the task. Continue reading “My Grandfather, Part Three: Slipping the Bonds. And There Isn’t Much to Say.”

My Grandfather, Part Two: Saying Goodbye and Other Sacred Blessings

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This is the second in a series of five blog posts that consist of old essays that portray my Grandfather.  If there is one man with whom I would want my daughters to be acquainted, it is him.  It is also important that they understand the hardships and irreplaceable blessings that come with prayerfully waiting with a person facing the end of this earthly life. Continue reading “My Grandfather, Part Two: Saying Goodbye and Other Sacred Blessings”

My Grandfather, Part One: A Party and Simple, Sublime Affection

Pa and I partyAs I am still posting writing that I have done in the past, I have decided to make the next five blog posts essays that I wrote about my grandfather.  As you will see, he had a profound effect of my life- whatever good I am is but a mere tributary of his mother river of blessed compassion.  I miss him terribly. Continue reading “My Grandfather, Part One: A Party and Simple, Sublime Affection”