Well, here I am again having to deal with this one last time. "No regrets." That's what he told me. Baseball has been such a huge part of his life up to now. Wow, and the things it has afforded him the opportunity to do. He has newspaper articles that he will be able to show his kids. Accolades and awards, ribbons and trophies, all a testament to the time he has put in on the field. The short road trips to near-by states in the summer. A two-week trip to Australia the winter before his senior year in high school. Shaking the hand of his future college coach to be and then walking out to the mound his first time as a freshman in college, an actual college baseball player! Watching that first college base hit bounce off the right center field fence for a stand up double. Watching his first college homerun clear the fence in right field in Tennessee and couldn't wait to call dad at home because I wasn't able to make the trip. Finishing up this year with a trip to the conference tournament.
His decision to leave the game at this time was predicated on the need to switch schools in order to finish up in time to get his chemistry degree in spring. He has an internship lined up with the Georgia Bureau of Investigation working in their crime lab, something that he has always wanted to do.
I have a lifetime of memories of my boys on the field. I am really going to miss seeing them in uniform. I am going to miss the butterflies in my stomach as I watched them take on mountains and situations that I'm not so sure I could have handled. But then again, I'm thankful that I had the opportunity to get those butterflies!
Wow, way too many memories are now flooding to my mind. Too many people to thank. To everyone here, a heartfelt thank you! Six years...or has it been seven? Thank you everyone!!!!
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