Today's post will be very short. I'd like to start off by apologizing to the Boston Red Sox and all of Red Sox nation that I failed to announce their victory in the World Series last week. It was a fantastic season for Red Sox fan's and we're fortunate enough to have experienced this twice in three years. We never stopped Believe-ing.
On Sunday two things happened. One very good and one very bad. I will start with the good. The Patriots took on the other undefeated team in the NFL, the Indianapolis Colts, and what followed was an epic battle that looked to be ending in victory for the Colts. This would mark the 4th time they've defeated us in as many match-ups. However, in the 4th quarter with less than 10 minutes the Patriots rallied to prove why they are the dominant team in the league. They scored two touchdowns and then strip-sacked Manning for possession to run out the clock at the end of the game. We ended up winning it 24-20 in one of the most exciting football games I've ever watched. Next stop: history books.
The second occurrence was far more serious and far less joyous. My grandfather, Earl Taylor, passed away very early Sunday morning at the age of 78. He had been dealing with several health problems over the past few months and in the end, none ever win the struggle against time. So long Papa, you will be missed but never forgotten.
"Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so as long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away." ~Fahrenheit 451 , by Ray Bradbury
From all of us left behind, we love you.
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