The Three Little Birds
There's a song called "Three Little Birds," by Bob Marley.
You've probably heard it. It goes like this:
…"Singin' don't worry…about a thing…cause every little thing gonna be alright…"
When my dad left the house thirteen Decembers ago for San Francisco to remove a malignant, golfball-sized tumor out of his head - after saying goodbye and before shutting the front door - he sung to me, "Don't worry 'bout a thing." Then he left and I sat at the front door crying…wondering if I'd ever see him again. The next few days, I played that song on repeat.
It's a memory so deeply engraved into my heart that when I see things like the photo above, I can't help but think of my Daddy telling me, stop worrying Kendall, everything will work out as it should. With all the anxieties and unknowns surrounding baseball right now, it was quite the welcomed and appreciated reminder. Thank you, Daddy. I miss you.
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Adam found out this afternoon that he's not throwing Friday, but instead on Sunday at home against the Tigers at 1:05 PM.
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