A Memory of My Father

Today is another bittersweet day for me. 32 years ago today I lost my precious father. My dad was an amazing man, He is pictured here ,the gentleman on the right side leaning on the bat. Anyone who knows me knows how I love baseball and it is Springtime and I miss my dad. He knew everything about the game. He played semi pro ball and was a catcher. That was in the 1930's long before I was born. But everything I know about the game he taught me. He was a NY Yankee fan. He had the pleasure of catching behind the plate when the great Babe Ruth was up to bat during a game. This photo is very special to me. My friend Jacque Pechek, a year ahead of me in school, gave me this photo. Her dad is the man in the middle in the first row. His nickname was Coogan,  All sLOVEnian/BoJon men had nicknames. Several of Jacque's uncles and Coogan's brothers are in this photo too. I do believe the gentleman peeking out from behind my dad and the gentleman to his left, is my Uncle Rudy "Moon". He was dad's older brother who passed away way too young. My sister Mary would tell you, Uncle Moon taught her how to bowl! My phamily loves all sports. Oh, Jacque is a newly retired softball coach and well loved by her former students and players. That BoJon blood bleeds baseball.

I just bought this shirt and it arrived today. My dad must have been thinking of me from heaven.

My dad was a very humble man. He loved my mother and all five of his children. This basbeball quote is perfect to remind me of my dad.

A good reminder of the game and position my dad loved.

Baseball is coming to a stadium near you. You should stop by and enjoy a game. I always wished I could have shared game day with dad. Maybe there is baseball in heaven? Hmmm...