Dad was the biggest Eagles fan. When you think of the speed bumps his fandom took on the way to becoming what I consider to be their #1 fan, you’d agree. How far he traveled to get here. How many sports he immersed himself in to get here. How much time he gave up to give himself time to watch. A politician’s son from India, to a Sunday afternoon loyalist of all things Eagles.
But that wasn’t all. My Dad may have been the last known adopter of the DVR. Which means all games were scheduled for and around, and All were consumed (not watched, but voraciously consumer) … live.
He died effectively the day the Eagles won their first Super Bowl. It’s cruel. When you consider the evils inflicted upon him. The mythological travails of an Eagles fan for effectively their whole NFL existence. I mean, Richie Kotite alone. And on the doorstep of greatness he took his last breath.
While you live, it’s how you are. But when you’re gone, it’s not how you lived, it’s how you’re remembered. Which is what makes this recent gift so incredible. I have no words for it. I bawl as I write this. Just as I did when I received. Just as my sis did when she saw it. Just as my mom did when we placed both in her lap.
“Thank you for being here with us in spirit to guide our Super Bowl victory. We’re grateful for his presence & the joy it brought your family to celebrate with us. He will be missed!!!”It’s amazing and humbling how many people have kept him and us in their thoughts, prayers, hearts and minds these past few months. I am humbled beyond belief. I feel like I should walk only with my hands clasped, head down, knees bent, and mouth open…“Whispering on repeat, thank you thank you thank you.”
Because thank you. To the friend who did this. I won’t tag you here and now because “it’s not about you” (but it is). I won’t tag you here, now, but we are here for you now and forever. #iamgrateful and #iamthankful for great friends. We all are.
Go birds. Forever. And thank you, @najee Goode and the Philadelphia Eagles#GoBirds and next? #GoSixers