It Doesn't Matter Anymore

The goal at our last game doesn't matter any more. One of my husband's best friends from childhood will be dead before Thanksgiving, leaving a wife and a son who isn't two yet. A women drove like a maniac on Halloween in Mannington and killed herself, someone else in another car, along with her own two year old daughter because she was in a hurry to get somewhere that night. And a twelve year old boy who has days to live only wanted aid given to homeless people he saw on the way home from the doctor. A goal and a lost game doesn't mean shit compared to a boy who will never know his father, a girl who will never know what it's like to play hopskotch, and a boy who will never go to high school.