The "Lasts" Have Begun

The series of "lasts" has started. You know, the last time I'll do this in Chicago, the last time I'll do that in Chicago. Last night I went to go watch my dad's softball game, and realized it was my last chance to do that.
You have to understand, I've been watching my dad play softball since I was four years old. Probably younger but I don't remember anything prior to four. My dad is quite an athlete and I love watching him play. Also, there's nothing quite like a Chicago summer evening sitting on the bleachers with the sun setting and a gentle breeze blowing, watching a softball game.
I'm glad I got to watch my dad play again before I leave. They won! (hooray!) I also got to say goodbye to some people there that I've known for a very very long time. Lots of support, but also some tears. I went out with the team afterwards and it was just difficult knowing that this part of my life is done.
I will miss watching my dad play softball. I guess I will have to keep up with the team's exploits by reading his blog, which can be found here.
Good luck Grumpies!!!