Yesterday, Superbowl Sunday... children didn't fuss much, good friends were over to enjoy the festivities, NY won... had only one rough moment in the morning when I flashed back to that phone call I got eight years ago. I can remember what I was wearing that morning and how I lost the feeling in my legs and how then Dave called my work and then we were driving to the San Jose airport and then we were on a plane to my mom... and then my mom and then my sisters and brother... their faces... those feelings... all in a flash.
I remember being on that airplane bleary eyed, shaking, trying to catch a breath and looking out the window thinking, if there is a heaven, God, I hope he's running on a football field right now... running for the endzone after intercepting the ball... running and smiling... happy and at peace.
And that thought gave me a moment of peace... eight years ago.
photo from my dad's junior year yearbook
photo of my dad taken during his senior year walking onto the field