The World Is Watching

I've always liked to watch soccer. Well not always, but definitely since high school. I am always in awe of the athleticism of the players. To go all out for 90 minutes with just one short break is impressive.

I don't watch as much as I used to but I think what draws me to soccer is that a soccer match is all about the sport.* There are ads on the fields and jerseys but there is no corny music played when a goal is scored or at any other time for that matter. The athletes show up, they play and no one tells the fans how they should feel. The fans make their own music.

It's not looking like the US is going to make it through this match with Ghana but it's been fun watching.

*I've never seen an MLS match. Maybe they are just as bad as the other sports.

The last four weeks have been filled with fears and questions, loss and heartbreak, sleepless nights and living nightmares, finality and unwelcome new beginnings.

There has been time to question, to reflect, to talk, to grieve, to be lonely, to begin healing.

The seemingly endless tears have surprisingly dried and life, indeed, goes on. Remaining are beautiful memories, abundant laughter, new perspectives, future plans.

I have grown, am stronger, appreciate and love more deeply but no one will ever fill the empty seat at the breakfast table.