This past weekend, I went to a baseball game. Now usually, that wouldn't really be cause for me to write a post, but something happened at this game.

I sat next to a young boy, who was about 7 or 8, and his mother. For some strange reason, I felt a connection with the young boy and his mother. And that had nothing to do with their Mets hats. It's kinda weird to see a mother and child at a ballgame. What you see far more frequently is a man and his child. Now, a million and one things could've happened for this woman to end up at a game with her child: she could be a divorcee; her husband could be at home, at work, at war; she could be a single by choice parent. But I don't know. I did notice she had a wedding ring on. However, the thing that drew me the most to her was when I caught her wiping a few tears from her eyes.

Crying in public can be therapeutic, but it's also something intensely intimate, and I didn't know exactly how to softly ask her if everything was ok. But I did feel a connection with her. Now, perhaps she's a widow. It's possible. But I'll never know.

Just saw these lyrics, and they kinda describe the way I feel right now:
No one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head