My Father Samuel Ronda is the last person standing in top row |
For the Record, Astrid, my wife, picked my father on the 1st try - destiny
Sam Ronda - far right I guess this picture is my softball beginning. My legacy. |
Love it.
I've been looking at it a lot lately as after a brave 7 year battle with a rare form of gall bladder cancer my Father, Samuel Ronda, passed away last Wednesday
Samuel Ronda September 2013 with his Granddaughters |
My father was a good guy, loved by his family, popular in the neighborhood, a hustler and he made his mistakes. Plenty of them, but he did the best he could as he was able to provide me with a home and an education. Yet despite living with and knowing him my whole life we had issues. We weren't close, but we were also not far. Sometimes father and sons just can't , I don't know , just can't... connect/bond.
We both wasted a lot of years.
Some of it was his fault.
Some of it was mine.
Ironically, I respected him more in the last seven years as he truly enjoyed life, was not afraid, and until recently had a very good quality of life. He was a warrior.
I saw this coming and I was ready, regardless those father-son scars stay with you and so does the regret. All I can do going forward is take the good he gave me and learn from the mistakes we both made. I won't waste years or time with Alexandra and Caley
It won't be easy, but I will connect with them. I don't want to feel this regret again. It's empty. I hate empty.
Our time together may be over but their still can be good done both personally and for others. Cancer is relentless and does not discriminate. I have already begun plans to form a Charity cancer tournament next year because we all know it's more than just game. Details will come in 2014 as I know all my softball warriors out there will go to battle against this dreadful disease.
Don't worry Pops, Ronda's Grocery will play again
and someday we will play together again |