Papa Softball

In February 2008, I called my ex to support him for an upcoming knee surgery. He said he dislocated his shoulder and didn’t know how. He was going to have an MRI, and he was slurring. It was noon. Did they give you any medications? No. I thought he might have had a stroke. No. 

He had headaches. Top salesman for a building supply company in Denver. Go go go! He was also Mr. Softball of Colorado. Many of his teams flew over the USA to various tournaments and even the World Series several times. Every player wanted to play for him, and he was inducted into the Colorado Softball Hall of Fame.  

The MRI showed a softball-sized tumor. Why couldn’t he play golf? He had most of the tumor removed, and it looked like half of his skull. He went from an active, independent man to one who couldn’t walk or feed himself. Heartbreaking. He endured his last four months in a hospital bed, losing a significant amount of weight. Just a tragic ending.  

I miss him. There will never be another like him. Cancer steals the lives of people we love.

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