7 years ago I was destroyed, heartbroken, lost. I thought I'd never smile again. Nothing helped. I turned to baseball, which was a therapy and tonic line none I'd imagined.
Now I sit here at Wrigley, broken again, no joy, lost. It's so different now, of course. I'm sitting on a bench in Gallagher Way, which was probably not even in anyone's imagination in 2012. Players walked by me and i didn't care.
But i still feel it a little, that undercurrent of peace i often feel at baseball games, the thing that whispers to my doubting heart that i will smile again, that I will heal, that someday this will be a tough and beautiful memory. Baseball reminds me that i will survive.
