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The World Cup My Mom Didn’t Live To See
By Fe Martinez
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
By Jennifer Dunsmore
My mom found healing watching the Kansas City Royals. After she died, so did I.
Yogi Berra’s Early Losses
By Allison Gilbert
For the legendary baseball player, professional triumphs were bittersweet without his parents.
Revisiting the Track after My Father’s Death
By Kristine Hansen
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
By Randi Olin
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.
Missing Dad on Super Bowl Sunday
By Cindy Augustine
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.
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