Monday, March 9, 2009
Out in left field
My father loves telling me the story of the two old codgers who were having a discussion about weather they play baseball in heaven. Each agreed that if he died first, he would come and tell the other what he found out. Old John died first and three days after his passing he came to his friend, Dan in a dream. "Well, Danny Boy," he said, "I got some good news and some bad news. The good news is that they do have baseball in heaven, the bad news is you're starting pitcher this tuesday!"
My father loves baseball, so I asked him what position he wanted to play when he got over to the other side and he told me:" Oh, I guess I'd like to be out there in the left field." "Ok, then," I said, "I'll know where to be looking for you!"
And so it is, this day, about 3:20 a.m. he slipped on his ball mitt and joined the team for spring training as he slipped ever so quietly away in his sleep. May he rest in peace. This was a good time to leave the chaos of this world and all the problems we who are left behind are facing. He got to choose the seeds and plants that will go into the garden he loved so much this spring. His Eastering is sweet as he takes his place out there in left field to enjoy the game from another point of view. Dad, you will be missed.