Baseball takes a backseat...continued

A note from 67M: I was asked by billyball1981 to pass this on, in his father's memory and honor. Late Monday night, his father passed away, hopefully to a place where the grass is always green, the aroma of hot dogs fill the air, and that wonderful sound of baseball-meeting-mitt is heard, even in his dreams. I have posted billyball's request to me, with his story to follow:

Don, thanks for your kind thoughts. I have a request if you can do it. My article has dropped off the page but is there any way we could let the folks know that my dad passed on Monday during the game. I had it on and I was watching it with him. As the game was nearing the end, and I'm not making this up, the lord came for him. He passed away in the 9th. At this point, I don't know if I will ever be able to watch a game again without seeing the last breath leaving his body. If you can help that would be great, if not I understand. I just don't have the strength right now to do it.

The wishes I received from AN was overwhelming, and I just cry when I read it. Thanks for listening,

No, thank you, billyball1981. And your father, too.

Sometime life throws you a curve that you can't hit.  In June, I found out that my father had cancer. Since then, I have been taking care of him. Sadly, today, I bring him home from the hospital to die. As we spent the night together, he heard me talking about the A's. He called me to his bedside and asked me if I remember the first game he took me to.
I told him "How could I forget, it was one of the biggest moments of my life." It was a great game, Sept. 26 1971. The A's were playing Milwaukee. He was shaving that morning, and he asked me if I would like to go to a baseball game. I was so excited. I called my friends to tell them I was going to see the A's.

It was a beautiful day, as we walked to the stadium, after parking his 68 Ford Galaxy, I could hear the organist playing and see the fans going into the coliseum. As we sat down, seeing the ballplayer taking infield was fantastic. The A's pounded the Brewers that day 7-0. I remember Dave Duncan hitting a home run, and the fireworks that they would set off after homers back then. Oh how the memories flooded back. As I choked back the tears, and seeing a once strong man drift in and out of the pain killing medication induced sleep, I told him how I wish we could go to a game one more time. He nodded and fell asleep.

Through the 70's, he would plan vacations around the A's games so we could go to games through a complete homestand. He cultivated my love for baseball, and the A's.

Maybe we can watch one last game together, I hope it as good as the first one. My dad is a great man, I will really miss him.

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