They're having a softball tournament at work. I got all excited and marked it with a follow-up flag. Three girls have to be on the field at all times! I don't think our department could have a team because we're 95% female. Maybe someone else knows of a team that needs another girl!
Oh.
I can't play anymore.
I forgot.
I still remember a time when I could not imagine living without softball and volleyball. I remember when I wanted to be the old person out there playing. I wanted to be like my dad: the oldest person on the team and still capable of contributing. I remember thinking that nothing could stop me.
I think I hear cats singing something about memories. (But weren't those cats supposed to be old and rickety?) Ah, well . . .
I wonder if there are softball tournaments in heaven. Guess I'll find out when I get there.
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