Back in May my wife gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, and we named him Elliot.
His life was, sadly, a short one. Elliot lived for just thirteen days, having suffered a pre-birth brain hemorrhage that didn’t reveal itself until he was a couple of days old. Our lives won’t ever be the same but he did leave us with some gifts...
One of them was the 4-2 win at OT, which turned out to be the only match we’d ever get to watch together. I held him in my arms for the entire game - his mom had stepped out of the hospital briefly - and cheered with him as the goals tumbled in. What a memory.
Here’s to hoping they can do it again. This fixture will forevermore have a different shine to it for me.
Very sorry for your loss, life deals some pretty tough hands, but what a lovely memory to have.
Hope you and your wife are doing OK.
Would settle for a repeat of that scoreline today
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