Best Red Sox Game Ever!
To top it all off, Neil Diamond was there to sing live during the 8th inning stretch. I didn't catch very much of it on camera, but feel free to sing the rest of the chorus at home.
This blog used to be about Mat's cancer. He passed away on Valentine's Day, 2011, and now it's about life without Mat. I didn't pick this life, but it is mine. I'm trying to embrace it with both arms.
Much of the last two years had has a surreal quality, but today ranks up there near the top. Neighboring towns are essentially closed -- "cities under siege" (Boston Globe words, not mine) -- while 2,000 police officers and other agents search for one of the two Boston Marathon bombing suspects. The other one, as everyone knows by now, is already dead.
EP written all over it.
It's a common perception that the first year after a loved one dies is the hardest.
Some days are good. I wake up, get the kids to school, go to work, pick them up after school. Then I nag the boys to practice the piano and finish their homework. We have fun together sometimes. We drink hot chocolate, and watch movies, and play games, and wrestle in the big bean bags in the basement, and read together before bed. Many days are good.