What Hurt My Son When He Looked up at the Fans in the Bleachers

I attended each one of my son’s games. He could always count on me and his sister to be there. As most baseball players do, he had a ritual he would do each time he took the field. He would run out to the field write a little something with his finger in the dirt, then look up at me and point. It was his thing and I loved that he included me in his ritual.

He knew I was always there. His father worked nights for the past twenty years so he missed out on most of his games. My son Jorden knew...