Having grown up in a “mixed” family, if the St. Louis Cardinals and the Chicago Cubs are playing head-to-head, I will cheer for the Cardinals (my dad’s team), but other than that, it’s “Go Cubs Go,” thanks to my mother and my grandmother. I tried to hold it together when the Cubs won the World Series in 2016, but I admit, I started crying when I called my mom after the last out. There were just too many great memories that came flooding back. I became especially emotional thinking about my grandma, whose great loves in this life were the Catholic Church, her family, and the Chicago Cubs!
A couple of months later, I read a story that has stuck with me ever since. It was of a man who had lost his dad to cancer. Before his dad was sick, both being true Cubs fans, they made a pact that if the team ever went to the World Series, they would listen to the games together. The son kept his word. Even though he lived in North Carolina, he drove to Indiana for game 7. No big screen TV, no fancy party. He took a lawn chair and a radio to his dad’s grave so that they could listen together. They had the best seats in the house.
That story stirs something in me because it hits at the deepest of human longings. It doesn’t attempt to answer why we lose those we love; it simply recognizes how deeply we long to be together, even beyond this life.