Sitting here watching the NCAA Basketball Championships, I can't help but think about a year ago when Greg watched every game with us. Michael and I were so into it, he thought we lost our minds.
Richard started a family bracket on the CBS website and invited ALL of us to join and submit our brackets. I love the NCAA's and began getting ready for them weeks before the actual tournament.
By the time the tournament arrived, I was ready to fill out a bracket.
Almost everyone filled one out. Richard invited all the kids, from the oldest at 18 to the youngest at 4-years-old. Even Michael filled out a bracket and he said that it was the first one he ever filled out in his life. His goal was to beat Brynn (who was 6 at the time). We had so much fun as a family - more connected than we had been in years.
Everyone laughed at my bracket, but I ended up coming in second. Take that, you sports wizards!
Greg was sick of basketball. We watched SO much basketball. I thought it was funny at the time. This year I have a different perspective.
I don't know if he was living here then, but he spent a lot of time here and he was kind of stuck watching whatever we chose to watch.
I think about what his life was like then - how it felt to not have his own television - his own remote - his own place to watch whatever he wanted - whenever he wanted.
To feel so alone - so sad - so depressed - so hopeless. To know more about how bad things were than anyone could even imagine.
I wish I had known. I wish I had been able to help.
I wish.
Richard started a family bracket on the CBS website and invited ALL of us to join and submit our brackets. I love the NCAA's and began getting ready for them weeks before the actual tournament.
By the time the tournament arrived, I was ready to fill out a bracket.
Almost everyone filled one out. Richard invited all the kids, from the oldest at 18 to the youngest at 4-years-old. Even Michael filled out a bracket and he said that it was the first one he ever filled out in his life. His goal was to beat Brynn (who was 6 at the time). We had so much fun as a family - more connected than we had been in years.
Everyone laughed at my bracket, but I ended up coming in second. Take that, you sports wizards!
Greg was sick of basketball. We watched SO much basketball. I thought it was funny at the time. This year I have a different perspective.
I don't know if he was living here then, but he spent a lot of time here and he was kind of stuck watching whatever we chose to watch.
I think about what his life was like then - how it felt to not have his own television - his own remote - his own place to watch whatever he wanted - whenever he wanted.
To feel so alone - so sad - so depressed - so hopeless. To know more about how bad things were than anyone could even imagine.
I wish I had known. I wish I had been able to help.
I wish.
