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« To be truly alive | Main | We must never forget. »

10 May 2014

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Elisa Maggio

beautiful... hope you consider, putting all these blogs together and publishing! Love your memories and how you put it all together! xox

Robert Maggio

All choked up...love this. Xoxo

Mary Ellen McKenna

Love this story!! I love flowers and plant them continuously but not having a green thumb they often do not survive. My mother always loved flowers and dad made sure he often brought her home some "just because"! Dad passed away almost a year ago after 5 years of dementia and mom also has the disease. But I still bring her flowers!

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why the bottom of the ninth?

  • For as long as I can remember, I have always loved the game of baseball. Like life, it is a game that is measured in small moments, a single pitch, a missed sign, a sacrifice fly to right in the bottom of the ninth to score the winning run. Moments when things change, sometimes forever. The bottom of the ninth is about those moments.

heartstrings

  • "People will come, Ray... They'll walk out to the bleachers, and sit in shirt-sleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game, and it'll be as if they'd dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick, they'll have to brush them away from their faces. The one constant through all the years has been baseball. ... It reminds us of all that once was good, and it could be again. People will most definitely come." - Field of Dreams, 1989

i believe

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