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Sports

Built for Two, But Minus One

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Grief is one of the deep intimacies of our marriage. Our tandem riding reflects that.

The World Cup My Mom Didn’t Live To See

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My late mother was an avid fan of the Peruvian national soccer team. This year “la Blanquirroja” is playing in its first World Cup in more than three decades. As I cheer them on, it’s impossible not to feel sadness and longing.

And Visions of Baseball Danced in My Head

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My mom found healing watching the Kansas City Royals. After she died, so did I.

Yogi Berra’s Early Losses

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For the legendary baseball player, professional triumphs were bittersweet without his parents.

Revisiting the Track after My Father’s Death

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I'd abandoned the 440-yard loop long ago. Returning to it allowed me to begin grieving my father's death.

Back in the Saddle Again

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My teenaged son stored his bike after a friend's fatal riding accident. One year on, I still wanted to hold onto him tight but was also ready for him to move forward.

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Missing Dad on Super Bowl Sunday

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I could care less about football, but my late father loved it. And on the weekend of the big game, I feel his absence acutely.