Just got finished with the 7th annual Jeff Milano-Johnson Memorial Lax Tourney. It went very well. The weather today was exquisite -in the 70s/80s. We had 32 teams. Two ROCE6 teams. No arguments over the silent auction items. No arguments over ref calls. It was perfect - almost. At one point there were a bunch of boys circling my brother who was posting the scores of the games --maybe 10-15 of them. They were so pumped. It was great to see...until I realized that all of them were about the same age as Jeff was when he died.
I love the tournament. It helps me keep going. I love knowing that I helped bring that kind of joy into the lives of so many guys -- especially the kids in the city who have but one tourney a year to attend and this is it. It means a great deal to me to help kids in the city get to and thru college. And the fund and the tournament and the scholarships --- those three are my life line...keeping me afloat since Jeffer died.
But it doesn't make the excruciating pain go away. It just makes it more bearable.
I miss you so much Jeffer. I love you more than a million universes --- more than infinity.
Looking forward to seeing you again.
Mom
I love the tournament. It helps me keep going. I love knowing that I helped bring that kind of joy into the lives of so many guys -- especially the kids in the city who have but one tourney a year to attend and this is it. It means a great deal to me to help kids in the city get to and thru college. And the fund and the tournament and the scholarships --- those three are my life line...keeping me afloat since Jeffer died.
But it doesn't make the excruciating pain go away. It just makes it more bearable.
I miss you so much Jeffer. I love you more than a million universes --- more than infinity.
Looking forward to seeing you again.
Mom
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