I was parking downtown to meet up with a former student and forever friend (she's lives in England now!) for breakfast, when I noticed a man getting out of the car right in front of me. He seemed familiar--his stance reminded me of my uncles. And suddenly I realized it was Ron McBride, my dad's old rival and cherished friend.
I called out to him.
He paused--and when he realized it was me, he gave me a big old Dad Hug. We looked at each other and our eyes filled with tears. We talked, of course, but really. Nothing needed to be said.
His hug was a gift. Thank you, Universe. Thank you Coach Mac.
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Every now and then I go to my late sister's hometown and talk with the people she loved and who loved her. Truly - what a gift. 💛💛💛
This is so sweet. Made me tear up. Glad I get to read your writings again in this space.
Oh man, moments like this are the thread.
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