08/22/2026
Friday Night Football has started.
&& you would have had so much fun hooting and hollering for “your” Tate last night.
His first sack came… then another, and another.
Then some damn good catches, too.
I can still hear your yell & know that fist woulda went up every single time.
What I would give to see your face & hear your voice as he plays varsity this year.
The sting of you being gone is learning how to carry these happy moments without absolutely losing it knowing you aren’t here to see them.
I know exactly how proud you’d be.
I can picture it so clearly.
I just wish I didn’t have to picture it.
Signed,
the mom who will be randomly crying all year because every “first” without you still feels like a punch to the gut.