Tuesday, April 2, 2013


Last night I had the strangest dream.

I was at Target Field for a Minnesota Twins baseball game and I was beyond excited.  Sitting just behind home plate was the cutest little boy...maybe about nine years old...and I couldn't wait to see him.  When he saw me, he ran up to me and said, "Jeanine...I was sitting here by the railing with my feet dangling over the edge and then I jumped down onto the field to move just over here...but then they told me I had to leave because I jumped on the field.  For some reason, though, they changed their minds and said I could be the Bat Boy at the next game!"

His eyes were lit up with excitement.  This little boy always seemed to be full of innocent mischief and one couldn't help but love him even more because of it.

Then he looked behind him and smiled at his dad who was sitting a couple rows up in the stands.
His dad waved at him and smiled back.

The little boy in my dream was my cousin, John.

John was killed in a motorcycle accident in September 2012.  He was 46.

Just a few weeks before John was killed, his dad passed away, too.

I loved John a lot.
I will miss him always.

I hope he and his dad enjoyed the game.

Wishing you a peaceFULLYsimple day.


1 comment:

  1. Sad and beautiful. Thanks for sharing, Sibylle