78. Being There
That night Blondie’s soccer team honored the seniors, including Blondie.
A little blond girl about the age Blondie was when she started playing soccer sat several rows in front of us in the stands. She wore a jersey from the league Blondie had played in when she was just learning the game. I had to look away.
“Are you crying?” my wife asked.
“Allergies,” I said turning away and wiping my eyes.
“You’re not allergic to anything,” she whispered.
I thought about all the games I had watched, all the club teams, the school teams, the tournaments, and the leagues. When I had missed her games I was with Brat Boy at one of his. Years earlier I had written that one of recovery’s greatest rewards was being there when loved ones needed you. I was right, and maybe a little sad, thinking of the people who couldn’t be around for friends and family.
Today I will be grateful whenever I can be there for a loved one.