DAY 36: Bob Bob! (wish it were a date post)

When I was a little girl, one of the ways I was assured of getting my dad’s attention was by sitting down next to him on Sunday afternoon to watch the Giants play football. There was never a doubt that I would be a Giants fan; I loved my Dad and he loved the Giants so I learned the ins and outs of football and the agony and occasional ecstasy of fervently supporting the G-Men.

My Dad was born in Queens, grew up with his mom and his grandmother, without a dad, off of Jamaica Avenue on 197th Street. It was a neighborhood full of German immigrants; my grandmother collected rent from the Trumps. My Dad was a lonely overweight kid, smart but not sure how to fit in, spoilt by the two crazy women with whom he lived. Football and the solid comaraderie of being a Giant fan no doubt became a veritable refuge.

By the time he had met my mom, at the age of 24, he was much more svelte, had an Aston Martin sports car, a membership to the New York Athletic Club, and coveted 50 yard line Giant season tickets at the Polo Grounds: A legendary fan had been born. And he lived and died Giant Blue. Even when we lived overseas, which we did a lot in the 60’s and 70’s, my dad would listen to the game, or updates of the game, on Armed Forces Network. Our Sundays always included the Giants.

This season, I watched the Giants with a wistful interest. You see, my Dad passed away in May, after battling a really hard and pervasive illness. I was  so lucky in that I got to spend the last 7 months of his life with him, helping my mom take care of him, down in Naples Florida. It was a tender, bittersweet time that will forever remain one of the most powerful experiences of my life. My Dad and I had a special connection and an abiding desire to uphold one another through thick and thin. He was  incandescent and I will miss him forever.

And the Giants won tonight. I cried like a baby, renewed by my passion for the sweet effort of a team that my Dad would have loved so much. I texted two words to my four kids at the end of the game and received the same two words back from all four: Bob Bob.

This win is for him!

About livebig365

Join me as I dive in to the deep end of the pool and challenge myself to live big and love big. What does that mean? In 2012 , I accepted the invitation to push myself beyond my comfort zone, at least once a day, and engaged and responded to my life, or a given situation in my life, in a way that would normally scare the hell out of me. Why did I do it it? Because it was time time to begin, and I was ready! Each day brought a new revelation, lesson, challenge, encounter, a teaching moment, that revealed to me that living big and loving big are uniquely interconnected. Welcome 2013, the year of lovebig 365. Each post was an expression of love experienced, witnessed, inspired, manifested. It didn't always make sense in the moment, and yet its sheer mystery hopefully evoked a beautiful affirmation of life and all of its shimmery brightness; broken up, lovely to behold, tender and full of purpose. 2014, jagged, bumpy, disjointed posts. 2015, silence, and plenty of growth within that silence. Manifesting 2016: The creation of a gathering place for gratitude. Join in the wavering, audacious, unequivocal fun. 2017: Reflection 2018: POWER, MAGIC, TRANSFORMATION
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2 Responses to DAY 36: Bob Bob! (wish it were a date post)

  1. Jamie says:

    Beautiful Susan, and this is coming from a Pats fan. So happy your path to Naples crossed with mine. Bob Bob.

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    • livebig365 says:

      Thank you Jamie. I’m having a lot of fun and it’s so gratifying to know you are out there reading. Pats played well. Those 2 dropped passes were killers for you guys. My condolences to Justin and Pup.

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