When I was a girl, our family spent many spring and summer evenings at the ball fields in our small town. My sister and I both played softball, and my brother played baseball. They were both really good players and I was really at my best as a fan. I can remember one cool spring evening sitting on the wooden bleachers with my dad watching my brother play. The sun was setting and the temperature was dropping. Without taking his eyes off of the game, my dad took off his sweatshirt and wrapped it around me. It was warm from him and it made me feel cozy and safe. That moment best sums up what he was like as a dad. He was easy to talk to and had a great sense of humor. I loved being with him. I was 17 when he died of cancer at the age of 54. I was devastated but know now, almost 30 years later that having a great dad, even if only for 17 years, made all the difference for me.
When I visit the cemetery, where my mom rests now too, I can't help but marvel at her luck with men. Of course her luck became our good fortune too. Roy Hobbs was right....a father truly does make all the difference.