Memories Made and Memories Lost
How proud he was of my for my first prom. How he ran out of the dug out on my first home run, and almost got kicked off the field for the rest of the game. When he made those shitty scrambled eggs after going out at 2am on one of my terrible pain nights, because I really wanted eggs and we were out. His hug and tears picking me up at IWU, and giving me his IronMan medal because “I was his IronMan.” Telling me he was proud of me when I got cut from volleyball, because he was never brave enough to try out for a sport he could get cut from. Training to run the Fort for Fitness with me and being my softball coach. “Calling Dr. Dad!” Sweaty hugs and the designated “grumpy goose” on vacations. Awful snack ideas at the cottage and the Deca-Pentathlon. Running a lap with the Michigan flag before kickoff, and knowing how loud he’d be screaming with Michigan beating OSU the last two years. Saying, “And that, my friends, is what we call ‘closure,’” ...