R.I.P.

A few days ago I read where Bob Gibson died

He was one of my boyhood heroes, one of the

best baseball greats of all times.

Gibby was 84. I am now 73 and can hardly

believe this is where I am. When people you

know have died, reflexively you take account

of your own age, and the span of time between

then and now it has taken you to get where you

are today.

Why, those boyhood days at Busch Stadium in

St. Louis watching the Cardinals and Bob Gibson

play seem to have taken place weeks, months,

a year or so ago at most.

And now not only Bob Gibson, but Lou Brock,

Stan the Man, Kenny Boyer, Curt Flood and all

the rest are gone!

And here I am, thinking back, all the good

and the bad. My God, how time has passed.

Where has my lifetime gone. and see this,

who I have grown to be?

Goodness sake, I can’t even recall what I

had for lunch a day ago.

How much has come and gone, all the

forgotten, the remembering and me?

Yesterday, R.I.P., that’s where it all began.

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Chris Hanch 10-10-2020