Originally Posted by redsmetz
Red one: Didn't you have any womenfolk in your family to yack about baseball with?
Blue one: Sorry about your folks. I attended the funeral of my late brother's father-in-law. My brother died six year ago and as I watched my sister-in-law walk down the aisle with her family, I was got off guard by the sadness I had about my brother being gone. That hadn't hit me in a while. Think I'll find some time for me and his son to head out to Gate of Heaven and say "hey".
The only woman I ever knew who liked to watch baseball was my mother, and being from England, she didn't really know how to play the game...I remember explaining strikes, balls, outs, and the four bases to her during the '75 post season. If I had ever met a girl like Creek, Kitty, or the TeamGirls when I was growing up, I probably would have proposed to her on the spot. It wasn't until RedsZone that I realized there were women who liked Reds' baseball. Of course, My 3 daughters ALL love Reds baseball!
Thanks. My condolences on your brother's passing. My mother died of ovarian cancer (not a good way to go) Dec 23, 2006 and my father died of a broken heart (heart attack after being hospitalized for a stroke) Feb 23, 2007...exactly 2 months later. Odd. They did a wonderful thing, though. Their dying wish was to be cremated and have their ashes spread where they met in Cromer, England...a little town on the North Sea. They left an insurance policy which paid each of us (my brother, sister, and me) enough to pay for about a two week trip to England. So we arranged everything and all met up in Cincy for cheese coneys and then flew to England. The ensuing days of touring the places where my mother grew up and where they met and frolicked as young adults with her sisters and our cousins and meeting people who knew them when they were young was absolutely priceless. It was something shared by just my brother, sister, and me (we each went without our spouses and children) that brought us closer to each other and taught us many things we didn't know about our parents. The stories were heart warming and enlightening and I'll never forget the sight of my parents' ashes swirling in the wind and intermingling on their way to the sea. It provided us closure and adventure, brought us closer together, and introduced us to people who are very much a part of us even though we had never met them. It was just another of the many truly meaningful gifts our parents gave to us in our lives. I can only hope to do something that perfect for my children.
Sorry for going waaaay off topic, but I got started and just couldn't stop. Thanks for indulging me.