Thursday, January 2, 2014

God, Family, and the Detroit Tigers: Margaret Lissie-Belle Grace and the Beautiful Innings of Life

A little more than two months ago, the baseball season was winding down. The coolness of October mixed with the full breath of autumn coming soon. It was a Saturday night, and I was in Eastern Michigan enjoying a baseball game. The night before, I received a call from my father. The tone in his voice said more than words ever could. My grandmother did not have much time left. The following day, he, my stepmother, and I were on our way across the state line to be with her one last time before the inevitable. Margaret Lissie-Belle Grace, my grandmother, was the very definition of a fanatic. Her team was the Detroit Tigers. That night I had the honor of watching one last game with her. It would be her last Tigers game. By the end of the night, they were eliminated from the playoffs, but it was a moment I'll treasure as long as I live.

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