  Nice softball game today with USA against Australia. I'm not a big sports fan but I just happened to turn the channel and noticed the USA team beginning a softball game against Australia. Caught the drama of how they were big competitors since 1996 and how each olympic game against each other there has been some sort of upset.
Of course, that drew me in. Most likely the reason why I kept the channel still was the memories of watching my oldest daughter playing softball. She pitched a bit in her time. Even further back than that is the memory of going to watch my cousin, Rhonda, pitch games for her school. This past week, her father past away from Cancer. He was a very healthy man, one of the healthiest of his siblings. At sixty-something, he was thriving and it was a shock when he went to the hospital for a slight stomache upset 2 weeks ago to hear that he had an agressive form of cancer. A week later, he was being taken off life support and refusing to eat. The next night, he was gone.
I'm not particularly close to my father's side of the family. The most we see each other is, sadly to say, at funerals or such events. But it doesn't stop the memories of when I was growing up and watching my cousins and Dad's family. Life moves on and people change, mature, and grow up... but family is family and that never changes.
It doesn't matter how often you see each other or how often you talk, you'll always have them as family. So, I watched the USA win in a mercy ruling against Australia today and let the memories wash over me. Memories are great. Families are great. I need to get out more and mingle with mine. Give myself more memories for the years to come. 
