I am so sorry to hear that @Silver King. I wish no one to out live their own child. Sports tend to bond fathers and sons. Cherish your memories. I wish your family well through this difficult time. Prayers!
Praying for the grace and comfort of Christ to come to you and your family, brother.Lost my oldest son Sunday morning. I made him and his brothers Canes/Dolphins fans before they had a choice—but he always stuck with both teams. I apologized to them over the years that I did that before they were old enough to exercise free will; that the best teams from my era had gotten behind the pendulum swing of theirs. But they didn't care—it was a family thing. Cut some slack to the Clemson fan at the only ACC Title game appearance of their lifetime; he's the father-in-law of my youngest, didn't gloat too much (said he was scared we would have jumped him), and bought the tickets—that photo machine had a tough time with the Miami green on his shirt.
He played small college ball like I did out in the KCAC in Kansas. Forever proud of the man he became. You fathers out there—hug your kids, and tell them you love them. I was fortunate that was the last thing we would ever say to each other.
Go Canes!
I can't imagine losing a child. I'm very sorry for your loss.Lost my oldest son Sunday morning. I made him and his brothers Canes/Dolphins fans before they had a choice—but he always stuck with both teams. I apologized to them over the years that I did that before they were old enough to exercise free will; that the best teams from my era had gotten behind the pendulum swing of theirs. But they didn't care—it was a family thing. Cut some slack to the Clemson fan at the only ACC Title game appearance of their lifetime; he's the father-in-law of my youngest, didn't gloat too much (said he was scared we would have jumped him), and bought the tickets—that photo machine had a tough time with the Miami green on his shirt.
He played small college ball like I did out in the KCAC in Kansas. Forever proud of the man he became. You fathers out there—hug your kids, and tell them you love them. I was fortunate that was the last thing we would ever say to each other.
Go Canes!
Praying for peace for you and your familyLost my oldest son Sunday morning. I made him and his brothers Canes/Dolphins fans before they had a choice—but he always stuck with both teams. I apologized to them over the years that I did that before they were old enough to exercise free will; that the best teams from my era had gotten behind the pendulum swing of theirs. But they didn't care—it was a family thing. Cut some slack to the Clemson fan at the only ACC Title game appearance of their lifetime; he's the father-in-law of my youngest, didn't gloat too much (said he was scared we would have jumped him), and bought the tickets—that photo machine had a tough time with the Miami green on his shirt.
He played small college ball like I did out in the KCAC in Kansas. Forever proud of the man he became. You fathers out there—hug your kids, and tell them you love them. I was fortunate that was the last thing we would ever say to each other.
Go Canes!