Last night we played basketball, and although I miss those games with Aurora, Christian, Erin, Hans, Pacho, & even Mike, last night we had an indoor wooden floor with 17 people. I was below the 50th percentile in both height and ability. I was however undefeated in 4 games.
Today I walk slowly.
High on the wall at each end of the gym, there is a picture of a child, one 8 years old, one 10. Beneath each photo a caption reads, "An athlete forever," along with a respective birthdate and closing date of July 16th, 2005. The father built the gym, and accompanying skate park and fitness center, as a monument to his lost family. One wife, two children, one friend, and the friend's two children lost in a plane crash.
Admission was free.