My father never kept anything for emotional purpose except once. 1 was the only one in my family who cared about baseball and I always 1 watching my heroes at Yankee Stadium. One winter, I wrote down a 2 of the summer dates and dreamed every night. To my surprise, one evening I saw my father 3 it before going out to work.
The following Sunday he told me, "Let's put away some money into a 4 each week, and maybe we can go to Yankee Stadium this summer." I 5 washed out a jar and 6 a label: YANKEE. STADIUM FUND,1 960.
Each of us 7 to the jar weekly. 8, we still had not gone to a game because my father had had to work every Saturday. So one day, I 9 him of the remaining time, and then he 10 me, "Don't worry and we will have a(an) 11 Saturday."
On the morning of the last game, I sat waiting hopelessly with no 12 of my father who had been to work suddenly appeared and yelled, "I got two 13!"
I could hardly 14 when we finally sat together, father and son, 15 my New York Yankees. I sat cheering, but for my father, all I could see is a face 16 tiredness from working all week.
In 1963, my father died suddenly while working. In his bedroom, I noticed a 17ticket in his yellowed book, which 18, "October 4, 1960, General Admission." My father, who19 nothing for emotional reasons, bad decided to keep this, a(an) 20 of our afternoon together. Carefully, I placed the ticket stub back into his prayer book, and slowly walked downstairs to begin rest of my life without my father.
