Since I was a young child my dad would take me down to the park to practice baseball. As a former pitcher himself, he would teach me his special pitch, “the T-C Special”. On one particular occasion when I was older, we were at the local diamond and I was practicing my pitching. Dad was never catcher as he would say, and instead of focusing on catching the ball, dad was intent on watching the spin of my pitch. The ball dropped just beneath his glove and bounced off the edge of the plate and knocked out his tooth. He persisted to make me continue practicing my pitching even when he was bleeding with no tooth. As a proud father, my dad went a whole year with his tooth missing. I remember him saying to people while pointing to his missing tooth, “look at what my daughter did”. Even though he looked silly, he was so proud of his daughter the pitcher.
I will always remember your last words to me as I entered the hospital saying “Hi Dad it is me Sand”, he responded with his humorous way “I know its you, you were a sweet kid, but always threw like a girl”. I love you DAD.