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Grief can really play with your mind. It doesn’t ever end; you just learn to live in a new day. It changes from season to season, and we are somehow supposed to learn to adapt to that new season.
“What will be will be. You can’t push things that aren’t ready to line up.”
“Maybe I want more!” I yell. She’s quiet, keeping her eyes on me, but I keep going. “I’ve always wanted more. I thought I wanted more football, more coaching opportunities, but it’s not that. There’s more here, Francesca! Right here!”
“I have a ton of regrets. But what I have right now? At this moment? If all that shit got me to here with you, I’d do it all over again. Because having you right here with me? It’s everything, Chess. It’s everything.”
Everyone gets a little lost, but if you leave the light on, we can all find our way home.
