In sports, the ultimate quest is for that happy ending — whether it is the end of a game or a championship season. There is always that desire to reach the end zone, to touch home plate, to sit completely fulfilled and be able to walk away a winner.
But life keeps going. It keeps going until that inevitable unhappy ending.
During my Dad's last days, a hospital chaplain asked me my age. I replied 31 and she smiled and shook her head and replied," That's so young." I sarcastically replied, "Well, thank you." But I knew what she meant before she said, "It's just so young to lose your father."
And I think it is. I think 59 is far too young for my Dad to leave us all. But my little sister is only 23. And my friend the pro fighter was even younger when he lost his father. And the beautiful girl who works across the office from me was younger than I when she lost her mother not that long ago.