It's just a Lacrosse net. Really. 12 years of a net. Here in the yard. Evenings of tossing, throwing, yelling, fighting. . . . A game introduced to us by the oldest farm girls High School flame. A man now -whom we love and adore. He brought Lacrosse to our family. He purchased tiny lacrosse sticks and tossed balls with those two farm boys. A love grew. Both boys played. So did the college girl. The High School flame brought over his net when he was finished with his High School lacrosse career. Such a great gift! That oldest farm boy bought a new net. He ... View Post
He’s #10 but wear’s a #6
I reach into the pile. I pull out his shooting shirt. It is nice and white. I smile. He's playing so well this year. A place for him to burn off steam. It's been such a hard year. The number catches me off guard. #6 Wait. . . he's #10. I am reminded one brother wears the shirt of the other. A number now retired in memory of one so young. A jersey signed by all his team mates. My heart aches. This journey day to day can get heavy. Thoughts and memories swirl. The loss ... View Post
