In March of 2018 my father-in-law, Jerry "Pop" Greeson, was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. An Astrocytoma Glioblastoma. The next five months were filled with much love, many tears, and of course...baseball.
One day he was coaching my children's two baseball teams and then, seemingly out of nowhere, he had a massive brain tumor. My husband moved in with Pop to take care of him in his final months on Earth and to honor his wish to stay at home.
This work is a love letter to Pop and to my family. Although it ends in death the project is about life. And love. And family.