Just as the major league players got started on pre-season preparation, JT’s own baseball season has arrived. He’s working on hitting and catching and we’ve made some visits to the batting cages. His baseball bag is filled with all his equipment and is being hauled to school every day.
Last year’s baseball season began in the cold Spring and I had hopes that our beloved Miss Amy would be well enough to attend a game or two, renewing our tradition. As the season unfolded, it became painfully clear that Miss Amy wouldn’t see a game. Years of game time chats and cheering on our favorite ball player came to a very sad end last April.
I think of Amy as the season unfolds. She would have really loved watching our boy take a swing, steal a base, and guard the plate. As each game begins, I think of her spirit and laughter. I hear her voice in my head and I cheer a little louder in her honor.