Two months ago, the true love of my live, my best friends, my life-long companion, my wife of 50 years, passed away.
I have spent all of that time missing her, most of it grieving and crying a lot.
She was a tremendous wildcat fan. If at all possible, she never missed a game. I always put her in front of the TV before the game. I bought her a 65" 4K TV for her to watch all the games she could. She spent considerable time in the hospital the last few years and we always had to have the TV in her room tuned to the games there if there were any on while she was there.
During the last few months, she was very weak as her health depreciated more quickly.
But she still had to have those games on. She could barely hold her head up, but sometimes Kentucky would make a basket, and she would raise her fist in the air and give out a resounding "YES", that would be surprising for one so feeble.
So come last Tuesday and our game with Duke. I knew she wouldn't want to miss this game. It was hard to hold back the tears at the sight of the empty space in front of the TV. I know it was probably all my imagination, but I seemed to feel her presence there with me as I watched the game, getting stronger and stronger as the game progressed.
As usual during a close game, I started going crazy near the end. I forgot what all I was saying but I remember saying something like come on baby let's get 'em to a win.
Well, you know what happened. Perhaps she gave a little heavenly help. She hated Duke as much as I do. I don't know, but I will have her place ready for every Kentucky game from now on.
Oh, and the thanks is for all of you on this board that have helped so much to occupy my mind reading your posts for the last couple of months, although I just haven't felt like posting. Thanks again.
I have spent all of that time missing her, most of it grieving and crying a lot.
She was a tremendous wildcat fan. If at all possible, she never missed a game. I always put her in front of the TV before the game. I bought her a 65" 4K TV for her to watch all the games she could. She spent considerable time in the hospital the last few years and we always had to have the TV in her room tuned to the games there if there were any on while she was there.
During the last few months, she was very weak as her health depreciated more quickly.
But she still had to have those games on. She could barely hold her head up, but sometimes Kentucky would make a basket, and she would raise her fist in the air and give out a resounding "YES", that would be surprising for one so feeble.
So come last Tuesday and our game with Duke. I knew she wouldn't want to miss this game. It was hard to hold back the tears at the sight of the empty space in front of the TV. I know it was probably all my imagination, but I seemed to feel her presence there with me as I watched the game, getting stronger and stronger as the game progressed.
As usual during a close game, I started going crazy near the end. I forgot what all I was saying but I remember saying something like come on baby let's get 'em to a win.
Well, you know what happened. Perhaps she gave a little heavenly help. She hated Duke as much as I do. I don't know, but I will have her place ready for every Kentucky game from now on.
Oh, and the thanks is for all of you on this board that have helped so much to occupy my mind reading your posts for the last couple of months, although I just haven't felt like posting. Thanks again.
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