Saturday, November 26, 2011

"The Game"

Beloved Buckeyes,

I regret to inform you that I will not watch the Ohio State game today.  I am flooded with annual  memories of this game day, even without your fancy footwork on my TV.

I remember when Robb took me to Columbus for Skull Session, how I got chills as the band entered the stadium, and how badly I wished I had known him when he was a man in that plumed uniform.

When we were engaged, and along with the diamond on my hand, he gave me an Ohio State jersey with 'Williford' streamed across the back.

The time we rented a small theater to host a televised Game Day Party.  Now that was a great day.

When our son was born on September 10, 2005, in direct conflict with the Ohio Sate game vs. Texas Longhorns.  Robb was torn between his allegiance to the delivery room and the waiting room television.  (I'm not kidding.)

Your colors ran through his veins.


Today, my children and I are dressed in our scarlet and grey finest, and I hear that band playing on the sidelines.  I hear them on the TV in the next room, and I hear them often in my mind.  If Robb had ever gotten a tattoo, I'm pretty sure it might have been TBDBITL across his heart.

If anyone in heaven cares about the score today, my husband is at the top of that list.  And I promise you: he can cheer the roof off any mansion.

O-H,

Tricia


4 comments:

DenverSop said...

I-O...

God bless you, Tricia.

Loren said...

I-0! :)

Pamela Nees said...

I-O!

Praying for you & your sweet boys.

Ruthie said...

I-O!

Tricia, it is such a small world. I cannot even remember how I came across your blog, but today one of my friends posted a link to the article you just had published. Amy Bates! Her cousin is my best childhood friend, and still very dear to me! I got to know Amy through being with Rachel and her family so much.

I also now live in Buckeye Town, very close to OSU in fact.

For these reasons, and the fact that I love my own husband so very much and have children, when I read your words and feel your grief, it just touches me deep. I am praying for you. I cannot even begin to imagine what is going on in your heart right now, but I am so touched that you share your words with us. Such raw and real words of grief and life and living. Thank you!