I’m a reasonably emotional man, but I’m generally not prone to breaking up into tears. However, this morning I found myself bawling on the couch while clutching my three year old daughter. As is our usual morning routine, she asked me to put in one of her DVD’s. Noticing the time, I first flipped the channel to one of the local networks covering the 9/11 memorial ceremonies in New York. I had never talked about 9/11 with my daughter before, but at that moment I sat on the couch, put her on my lap, and tried to relate to her why this was a special day. She does not yet understand things like death, so I basically kept it simple… today was the birthday of something very sad. And then I cried. More to the point, I shook uncontrollably, clutched my daughter, and could barely tell her over and over that I loved her very much. For her part, she asked me why I was crying and then proceeded to demand that I put in her Tinker Bell movie. Continue reading
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