Thursday, June 3, 2010

Peace

Her final days, weeks, months did not have to be like this, but they were. Her final years did not have to be so lonely, but they were, but in the end, when it was time, they both found each other, they both let go of whatever was between them all those years, and were just together, at peace.

I wish for both things could have been much different many years ago. I wish that both could have seen sooner what was so plain, so clear. I wish that all the time, all the moments, all the conversations, and dinners, that they could have allowed themselves to enjoy them sooner, but in the end they were very much mother and daughter, very much together, very much the way they should have been.

June 3, 2010 at 10:15 PM, almost exactly five months shy of one hundred years, or ninety three, depending on who was counting, she closed her eyes and took her last breath as her daughter held her hand. She finally stopped fighting, she finally just let go.

For the record the food at our friends restaurant is awful. I too have trouble seeing how someone can charge so much for such a small piece of steak. There is no doubt that you could get much better food in New York. That is where she belonged, New York, with her boyfriends, and her tennis partners, her shopping buddies, and her bankers.

The little boy never quite looked the same in that little back yard as he did standing guard over the expanse that was the yard at 35 Crescent Drive. She could have been the queen, but that is for another time.

They are both at peace now. This horrible thing that happened, did not need to happen, but then again maybe it did. They were mother and daughter in the end, and now will be forever.

Thank you again for getting this far with me.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Perfection and Grace

Armando Galarraga did not pitch a perfect game tonight against the Cleavland Indian, or did he. Umpire Jim Joyce did not work a perfect game, and Galarraga's teammates, coaches, and manager definitely did not display the perfect reaction to what comes down to a simple, human mistake.

Nonetheless, Armando Galarraga was perfect tonight, perfect in his wry smile on his face after the blown call with two outs in the ninth inning, perfect in his controlling his emotions enough to record what was essentially his twenty eighth out in a row, and perfect, not just in his response, or lack thereof, as he walked off the field, but even more so later when interviewed by those professional "pot stirrers" ESPN.

ESPN Interview

In the interview link above you can hear a man that is both comfortable with the fact that people make mistakes, and that umpires are not perfect, and that regardless what the record books say he was in fact perfect. This is a man that has no anger in his voice, no resentment, and a man that sounds truly at piece, happy. In today's world of gross entitlement, based on what happened tonight and Armando's reaction and response to the entire event, I would say that Armando Galarraga was in fact perfect, in the game, and even more so afterward. How refreshing!!

On the same day we saw perfection in multiple ways in Detroit, we saw grace in Seattle.

Ken Griffey, Jr., with no fanfare whatsoever, no press conference, no "victory lap," nothing more than a call to his owner to say that he did not want to "become a distraction," retired from the game of baseball. After 22 years in the game, 630 home runs, thirteen all-star appearances, a streak of ten straight gold glove awards, named to Rawlings All-Time Gold Glove team, and an AL MVP award Griffey simply walked away.

Again in a time of entitlement run a muck, Ken Griffey, Jr., one of the best to ever play the game, did not feel the need for one more clap, one more home run trot, one more high five. Again, how refreshing!!

When I looked at the home run list, after Barry Bonds, the overinflated one, and before Sammy Sosa, a similarly overinflated one, you have four names on the home run list, Hank Aaron, Babe Ruth, Willie Mays, and Ken Griffey Jr.. Perfection and grace.

Thank you again for getting this far with me.