Narrative Essay On Baseball Treasure

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Baseball Treasure
My journey began, not too long ago, when my father got sick. Leaving me with his cherished baseball cards. Let’s take it back twenty years or so, my father was a baseball fanatic to say the least. For our daddy daughter dates, he would take me to the Texas Rangers games. We would get decked out it red and blue to show pride in our team. Once we even went are far as to paint our faces which was completely out of the ordinary for my dad. I can still hear the sounds as if I am sitting in the stadium now. Cheering all around me, stomping so hard I could feel the vibrations in my feet, and most importantly the crack of the bat. Those are forever cherished memories.
Jump back to three yours ago, my father was diagnosed with stage …show more content…

The once strong, independent man now so weak and vulnerable, couldn’t talk or blink, or even close his eyes or mouth. I knew he was the I just did, I put his hand on my belly and he flexed his eyebrows to show he knows. It was heartbreaking to know now, that he knew somehow he wouldn’t be here to see him being born. At 8 pm that dark dim and cold December night he took his last breath. Late January 2014, my mom and I were cleaning her house, when we came upon dads’ closet. It was dreadful. It was cluttered with all his treasures and clothes packed from wall to wall. Amid all the stuff we found two shoes boxes full of baseball cards and a note that read: “Sweetie, I want my grandson to have these cards. I don’t care what you do with them as long as he knows I left them for him. Love you DAD!” It was heart-rending, my father was never one to think ahead, apparently he did in this instance.
My son now three years old, has a start to a fantastic baseball card collection. This is a treasure that I will keep with me forever, my son will soon have no interest in them but they have impacted my life in such a way no one can ever understand. I know from experience you can never know the value of a tangible object until that thing is given to you by a loved who is not here

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