The weirdest things can get to you

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.

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