My Instead: I played keep-away with my grandsons and nephews “instead”
of sitting around with the adults.
Today my dad would have been 88-years-old. But he’s not really. His clock
stopped here on earth and now he is ageless. But we still celebrate you, Dad.
Your family still gets together the Saturday after Thanksgiving to celebrate
our thanks for having had you in our lives. Pizza is the tradition that you started years ago when you used to make home-made pizza for all of us. A while
back, however, Pizza Hut took over to continue your enterprise.
In my own little attempt to be ageless, I joined my grandsons Tyler
and Danny, my nephew Connor and my great-nephew Adam for a game of keep-away. A
basketball was our choice to “keep away” which called for displays of some
fancy dribbling. Adam was the pro at this process. But
it’s all fun and games until somebody gets hurt. And that somebody was me.
Instead of my catching the ball, the ball caught ME, right on the ring finger
of my right hand. Not to worry about my hand modeling career…that was never in
my stars. However, my hands would be famous if ever hired for a horror movie.
Seldom the quitter, I kept on playing, doing more guarding than
dribbling…since I rarely got possession of the ball anyway. But then the throbbing
began. My finger was the sole proprietor of pounding pain in my body. If this is
what arthritis feels like, my heart goes out to all those who suffer with this affliction.
I felt like a wimp when I finally announced that I had to pull myself out of the
competition. They understood.
Later in the evening when I was driving Tyler and Danny back home,
I asked if they thought I was too old to be playing such games with them. Danny
immediately said, “That’s never gonna happen.” Tyler agreed.
Ageless?
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| The Competition |
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| Let the games begin! |
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