Anyone who knows me or follows us closely knows what the NY Mets mean to me. Rees’ nursery was literally decked from top to bottom in orange and blue and Mets memorabilia. From the moment my girls could speak some of their first words were “Let’s go Mets”. It’s a known fact that I live and die (mostly die…) with the Mets.
It wasn’t always this way though. After Rees’ passing, I found that my love for so many things faded and seemed pointless – my Mets included. I lost interest in just about everything and found it difficult to get excited about anything. The grief of child loss is like an anchor that continually pulls you down. In time you just get used to it, and it feels like your whole existence is centered on managing grief’s pull. The problem is that when you focus so much on one