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One of the memories of Todd that have been floating around in my head is of us playing basketball in the back of the house many years ago. He was a lot better than me then: while I had more hustle, he could actually shoot the ball.
Growing up, we all used to play for hours. 2v2, 3v3, HORSE.
He had one particularly annoying/effective shot whereby he would get a rebound and would start dribbling away from the rim as if he was clearing the ball back out. The next thing you knew, he had shot the ball backwards and earned himself an easy-2. Totally undefendable; totally annoying. ;)
One thing that's been weighing on my mind is that I haven't really spent that much time with Todd over the past 8 or so years. Part of me knows that that was purely circumstantial in that we just never ended up doing the same activities: whereas I was always off playing volleyball, basketball, hiking, climbing, and/or paintballing...he was one to play boardgames, play poker, watch sports-games on TV, watch sports-games live -- things I never really cared much to do and, as such, never really did them.
In retrospect, it's humbling to think that Todd did actually LOVE sports and REALLY wanted to participate in them. But, given the physical limitations of his heart, it wasn't necessarily safe or wise for him to do so beyond cheering from the stands. I had never thought about that before this moment...and it weighs on me to think that that is why I didn't do much with Todd these past years: because I was off doing things that he loved...but couldn't participate in.
Hopefully I will be more perceptive in the future...
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| | Posted 7/6/2009 9:58 AM - 15 Views - 0 eProps - 1 Comment
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