And Now.... 31

Today son #1 is 31.   In so many ways surreal.  But then... again..... I am 57.   Even more surreal.  It was great that he called his mom this evening from the Giants game.  He received a dozen peegie balls, a sock net, and a 34-31 Ash bat.  There are another dozen AAA/MLB BP balls that were supposed to be there today.   He sounded positive on the phone.  A glimmer of hope?  We shall see.

I went through a spell this afternoon  A very poor attitude.  Very poor. So I came home and took a quick nap.  Better..... but.. was weird....  Even for me.

July 10, 1987....    Seems but a dream.   Sure do miss having him around.