A family tradition?

Does everyone have their own family ‘traditions’? How many times do you need to do them for them to become a ‘tradition’? I’m sure most of us do over Christmas, or perhaps have a regular place to go for a break? Or, for lovers of ‘This is us’ (a great American TV show on Amazon Prime) activities around Thanksgiving?

We’ll I think one of our family ‘traditions’ may be becoming going to Bridge Road football ground on a Saturday afternoon. It’s 5 minutes cycle from our home. And don’t tell anyone, but whether it’s Histon FC or Cambridge City (tenant), they let parents and three kids in for free after half time. The other secret is that we, more often than not, get chips too! I might be even known to have a beer.

We sit in the stand. We watch spectators cheer. We go up and down to the toilet! We walk around the pitch a couple of times bumping into people we know. We cycle home to dinner. I’d do it everyday if I could!

Today was, however, a little different. We were running around the pitch when we bumped into this British Heart Foundation character. The Heart was there to support a man running the length of the country in memory of his niece. His wonderful niece who was born with CHD, was given 24 hours to life but, “proved them wrong and she gave us 269 AMAZING days of memories and love that will live with us forever ♥”.

The same cardiologist that cared for Annie went to her funeral.

Today I couldn’t even remember Annie’s condition to share her story. I haven’t figured out if that is a good or bad thing?!! Maybe that’s what an incredible 1,221 days of Annie Faith Martin does to a dad! As I was involved in discussion Annie decided it was time to go home (unbeknown to me!) so I had half of the stadium looking for her!

All I do know for certain is that I will never be able to thank God enough for the wonderful gift of Annie.

I haven’t been able to get the lyrics of one my favourite songs, by Tim McGraw, out of my head since this afternoon…

I was in my early forties
With a lot of life before me
When a moment came that stopped me on a dime
I spent most of the next days
Looking at the x-rays
And talkin’ ’bout the options
And talkin’ ’bout sweet time”
I asked him
“When it sank in
That this might really be the real end
How’s it hit you
When you get that kind of news?
Man, what’d you do?”

And he said
“I went skydiving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fumanchu
And I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I’d been denying

And he said
“Someday I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dying”

He said
“I was finally the husband
That most of the time I wasn’t
And I became a friend a friend would like to have
And all of a sudden going fishin’
Wasn’t such an imposition
Well I, I finally read the Good Book…”

…. So we’ll be going back to Bridge Road, having chips (and that cheeky beer), watching football, plenty of more times!

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