My father and I have always had a special bond, sports makes our relationship that much stronger. By playing baseball, basketball, and golf together he was teaching me life lessons while I thought I was playing a game. I miss those days, I miss being in the back yard throwing the baseball and talking about the Red Sox.
Today is one of those very rare days where I will bad mouth my diabetes. I would give anything to get rid of this disease so that everyone close to me could stop having that constant worry that something may happen to me. I want to stop being on this emotional roller coaster, I hate that I can't play a round of golf with my dad without being angry on one hole and depressed the next and that the emotion has nothing to do with my golf game. At the same time though diabetes has made me better as a person, like anything you take the good with the bad.
I can't put in to words the love that I have for my father, I just wish I could free him of that constant worry that comes from me having diabetes.