The
last day of January 1987 I was driving the back roads outside Sheboygan,
Wisconsin, part of a wedding party for someone I’d known since high
school. He’s been gone for over thirteen
years now.
The
last day of January 2014 I wondered how the final year of softball would go for
Clare. I know now she ended her college
career by making all-conference.
The last day of
January, today, I’m happy to learn my daughter survived a late night softball
practice that required her driving the back roads of Indiana in order to reach
a nice big dome; no injuries, everyone back home safe and sound. Tonight, a blizzard could storm down from
Berwyn to Valpo, but the graduate-student intern will wear her fancy dress to
the baseball fundraiser, regardless. And
the most wintery of months will be no more than a memory come morning.
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