My father passed unexpectedly New Year’s Eve

[kc19990]

I’m 44 and my dad unexpectedly passed New Year’s Eve. We buried him on Friday and now I sit here reading Bill James’s Historical Baseball Abstract.

I’ve just recently gotten back into baseball and collecting 6 months ago. It was such a strange thing for me to begin doing again at this point in my life. I didn’t know why I was drawn back to it so deeply after essentially ignoring both for almost 30 years now.

But I soon discovered the reason - it was another connection point to my dad. I would find myself regularly text him pics of the cards I was buying these days and we would then talk about the players through text or a call. And we even went to some card shops again together for the first time in 30 years.

Until recently, he had never mentioned to me his love for Brooks Robinson and Harmon Killebrew. So I had started buying some of those & showing him in person & via text. (I tried to give them to him & get him to start collecting again but he wasn’t that interested - he just enjoyed following my new collection.) I am now planning a full collection of these two HOFers in my dads honor. I picked up these two double autos of Brooks & Harmon yesterday to anchor the collection.




It was nice creating these final memories with my dad - revisiting and reliving the times we once shared together as younger versions of ourselves. I know it made us both very happy.

I will be forever grateful to the game of baseball and the cards that have become more than just pieces of cardboard or investments. For me they became memory keepsakes and reminders of the bond between my dad and I.




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