Damn breh. My sincerest condolences for your loss. This one particularly hits home for me. My dad has a terminal, degenerative illness that he's had for my entire life - I've literally never known him at full health. I'm 31 now, even more ancient for this board, so it's amazing that he's even still hanging on. And as I see his brain start to go faster than usual, it makes me wonder how much time we have left.
What makes your story really get me is that my dad is responsible for me being so into sports. He bleeds PSU blue and white, Steelers/Pirates/Penguins black and gold. All I ever heard about growing up was Mean Joe Greene, Jack Ham, Jack Lambert, Terry Bradshaw, Franco Harris, Lynn Swann, John Stallworth. It's ingrained in me. It's in my blood. Even when he is someday gone, every game I watch will be like he is right there yelling "get 'em!!" or "ahhh geez!" like he always does.
Another reason this thread gets me is because we lost my grandfather (on the other side of the fam) about four years ago. I know I said my dad bleeds PSU blue & white, but my grandfather REALLY did. He had season tickets for 50 years, since BEFORE Joe Pa was the coach. He took me to games every year since I was like 5 years old. I was at PSU's first ever B1G home game with him. I was at the PSU/Minnesota game in 1999 with him we blew our undefeated national title run and he consoled me when I was basically inconsolable. I was at the PSU/OSU game with him in 2005 when we beat them and solidified our place back in the national spotlight, and went on to finish with 1 loss and ranked #3 only behind the legendary Vince Young Texas and Reggie Bush USC teams. I was at the comeback win against Northwestern in 2010 when Joe Pa got his 400th win.
These are memories I will always have with my grandfather, and some day memories will be all I have with my father too. There is something special about the bond sports can bring between father and son, grandfather and son, etc. Hell, my best friend and his father (who is basically a father to me as well) are huge Cubs fans, the father has been his whole life and he's well into his 60s. I've never seen the two of them so close as when they were almost in tears talking to each other on the phone after the Cubs finally won the World Series. I wouldn't trade memories like these for anything and I'm getting teared up just typing this, sorry brehs. But this is why I will argue so ardently when people make bullshyt threads talking about how sports are for kids and we should only care about our careers and our money. But either way, rest in peace to your pops and I hope the Seahawks jersey and the memories you've made with him make it a little easier for you to handle breh.
