I’m very fortunate. I’m 64-years-old and still enjoying the company of my Dad, Seymour Berke, who is on his way to 89. While he’s lost his sight, his hearing is fading and he’s undergoing painful dialysis, Dad is fighting a courageous battle for his life.
Many of our most cherished moments together have been following the Sox and going to countless games at old Comiskey and the Cell. In 1959, my Dad was able to get two tickets to Game 1 of the World Series, which the South Siders won 11-0. The bad news is that he had to work and didn’t go with me. For the next 46 years I regretted that I never got to go to a Sox World Series game with him. Then, in 2005, my disappointment ended. There we were at Game 1 of the ’05 Series witnessing the 5-3 win over the Astros.
It was a priceless moment that neither of us will ever forget. Sometimes I look back and think it was too good to be true, but I see that picture of the two of us in our Sox jackets and I know it really happened. And his comment after our heroes had finally won the World Series in Houston, was just as memorable. He said, ”All those games, all those years, we finally did it.”
Happy Father’s Day, Dad, and thanks for everything.
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