The husband and I checked the Sox score, and realizing that we’d won, checked the Yankees score. After all, if they lost, we win the American League East. The Yankees lost-and we cheered along with the newscasters.
And then I started crying.
I’m an avid Sox fan, and I’d spent hours watching the games, talking to Hope about the Sox, about our race for the pennant.
I began losing her yesterday, and all the last vestiges of her existence were removed from me between 1:50 and 2:30 today.
She never knew we won the AL East, and for some reason that kills me.