As sports can be a metaphor for life, we often see parallels in our everyday existence.

In football, skill players need blockers to do their jobs.


In baseball, pitchers need catchers.


In basketball, point guards need picks.


All across the sports world, we see teamwork.


As sports can be a metaphor for life, we often see parallels in our everyday existence.


I have been fortunate to see this kind of teamwork within my own family.


My grandmother passed away Tuesday, just a little over a year after her husband. While it has been tough saying goodbye to them, I take comfort in all of the memories we’ve had as a family over the years.


I know it’s a worn-out line, but I’ll use it anyway: They weren’t rich, but they were wealthy when it came to family.


They lived in a modest house. It wasn’t exactly a mansion, but it had a roof and the appliances worked – most of the time.


The real estate value wasn’t as good as it could have been since there was a train track in the back yard. When I would sleep over as a kid, I?would hear the midnight train clacking just outside the window.


Somehow I stopped noticing the abrasive sounds the train would make, and just sleep through the noise.


They had a nice backyard with at least one beagle at any given time, a few rows of tomato plants and enough room for a pudgy little boy to pretend he was Indiana Jones.


My brother, cousin and I?would also play football games in the yard. The road was usually the end zone. Looking back on it, this wasn’t a wise decision. Thankfully, I never ran a fade route into a passing vehicle.


Keep in mind, this was before kids figured out they could  get cheap thrills from a video game – and skip the Louisiana summertime conditions.


A few times, we pushed our limits when it came to the heat. I have a feeling my grandmother kept a watchful eye over us from the front porch. She could see the heat was getting to us, so she called us inside.


We always enjoyed staying with our grandparents because we knew we would be fed well.


They were from the “greatest generation,” which braved World War II. To say the least, they knew what it was like to endure hard times.


Any time stories are told about couples who have stood the test of time, the same question tends to arise: What’s the secret? Maybe it’s finding a balance between give and take.


Or maybe it’s just a matter of knowing when to retire to your corner of the house with an old Western (as was my grandmother’s favorite) or a ballgame (which was typically my grandfather’s choice).


Two television sets were a necessity, but there was always just one table in the house. That’s where the big breakfasts, hot lunches, afternoon coffee chats and late night snacks were enjoyed.


Everyone has a different idea of the after life. In my version, everyone gets their own television – and their choice of a Western or ballgame.


Weekly Citizen