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I’ve never been much of an affectionate person. I don’t often hug people, or lean in for the kiss on the cheek when saying goodbye to someone. I’m not sure why, but from what I can remember I didn’t really grow up with an overly affectionate family. I’m guessing that has something to do with it.
I never met my biological father, and although I love her, I definitely did not have a “close” relationship with my mother either.
It’s not that I don’t want to be affectionate, but I guess I’m the type of person who waits for the other person to initiate it.
That all changed though.
Having children of my own literally changed my DNA. I love my two boys more than life itself. My relationship with them is so much different than any relationship I have ever had, and it should be. They are my two baby birds–literally pieces of me walking the earth. For the first time in my life, I am an affectionate person–to them at least, and it’s something that words really can’t explain.
I cannot imagine what Andy Reid and his family are going through right now. I’m not sure how you feel but I can’t stop thinking about this terrible situation. I’m sure I’ll get over it once it’s not on tv every day, but it’s just so sad to me.
I never knew Garrett Reid and I don’t know Andy Reid. Then why do I have this sense of sorrow? I guess because I have children of my own.
Would I even care if it wasn’t Andy Reid–a public figure who coaches my favorite football team?
Should I care? Should I have pity on someone whose intentional actions ultimately led to their own death?
Should I feel bad for someone, who in large part, wasn’t there for his kids very much over the last 20+ years, which could have very well led to his son’s addiction issues?
Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe no one should. But we do.
The outpouring of support for the Reid family wasn’t surprising to me at all. Andy Reid is one of the most respected men in the NFL. No he might not run the ball on 3rd and inches or up 23 points with under 2 minutes to go in the 4th quarter. He might not make the best use of a timeout or give you the answers you want in a post game press conference. He may not have won us a Super Bowl after 13 years on the job.
These things are all true, but you’d be hard pressed to find anyone who cares right now.
He and his family are suffering a great pain right now that many of us simply can’t relate to, yet we still tell him how to grieve. Does time really heal all wounds? Amazingly, he will be back at practice today, and on top of that, will address the media following practice. Different people grieve differently I guess.
I have seen Andy Reid in a brand new light though. Andy Reid is no longer just the coach of the Philadelphia Eagles. He is no longer a cog in the wheel that is the game of football–a game that as fans, we take way too seriously at times.
He is a father. A family man. A leader. A man. A rock that other fathers, family men, and leaders lean on.
Andy Reid is a real person.
I just feel bad that many of us as fans, were the last ones to realize that.
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