One of my teammates who I played with in the softball World Series died this week. He fought cancer a long while, it went into remission, then it came back and took him.
Matt was the fiercest shortstop you’ve ever seen, and an absolute prince off the field. He had deceptive speed and range for a big guy, hit with power, and threw like a cannon. (As the 1st baseman I can testify to that!) But his real legacy was simply who he was. Always a kind word, always a smile, and always sharing love. A class act with a big smile, and an ever bigger heart.
Of course I’m sad, and we’ll all miss him. But I’m glad about one thing…
He and those who loved him, knew the end was coming. It gave us a chance to send flowers or a note, make a phone call, and just let him know he was loved.
Not everyone gets that chance. Most don’t…
In fact, most of the people that died this week - thought they were going to live a lot longer.
You have no yesterdays. Time has taken them away. There is no guarantee for tomorrow. But you have today.
Celebrate every day like it may be your last. Because one day, it will be. And let the people you love know you love them.
P.S. to Chuck Dima: You've got a new SS. I miss you both.