Oh, They’re Still at Bat. [Part Two]

My cleanup? In my rear-view mirror. So I thought. Silly Medium.

Nearing two o’clock Mother’s Day afternoon, after three Masses in two churches — none of my planning and one in Dad’s Latin! — I’m far afield of home and “fair famished.”

More, I’m spent. Three Fly-bys (before nine). Wildly circuitous ‘coincidences’ unfolding. Maneuvering some 100 miles of Chicago’s divine diversity and skyline. Marveling two beauts: Michigan’s shoreline and Buckingham’s soaring welcome to Spring.

Mourning 100-plus years of sadness born of Immigrants’ hopes, dreams, tears … and minding my disappointment finding CPD’s headquarters locked. Taking the last as a sign, I headed home.

Taking my bearings, I turned right…and right into the sun glaring behind it.

Minding so-many things, I hadn’t realized where I was. Where my Mother’s Day wanderings and wonderings were leading me.

Again unexpectedly.

This time, literally.

Draped in black and white.

White Sox Park.

Batter Up!
PHOTOGRAPHY — “GO SOX!” — DAD ©MMG

“Firsts” after passings aren’t the trickiest. Any of Life’s right (or left) turns can twist to unexpected laughter-and-tears. Loud, messy, un-reason-able Missingness for a Dad Mother’s Day.

Thirty-four years, seven months, and twenty-five days since Dad passed, just seeing Sox Park? I needed cleaning up. Will again — in Aisle Nine, in black’n’white memories outta left field, standing in Irish fields afar. And that’s okay.

Dad’s always batting cleanup!

Love IS — both sides of Heaven!™

PHOTOGRAPHY — SEE WHO? ©MMG

PostScripts: #AmWriting more stories of synchronicity, surprises, and amends- and change-making. Of course I am.

And yes — about closure. (No such thing.)

As for coincidence? You tell me.

What do YOU see?
And WHO?

Dream BIG! Stand SMALL? Medium.™

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