Tobin needed someone.<\/p>\n
So I became that someone.<\/p>\n
As he grew older, I worked whatever jobs I could find. During the week, I maintained equipment at a warehouse. On weekends, I repaired fences and decks for people around town.<\/p>\n
There were years when money was tight, but Tobin never knew how tight.<\/p>\n
When he wanted to join Little League, I found the money.<\/p>\n
When his school announced a three-day field trip, I found the money.<\/p>\n
When he became obsessed with football at eleven and begged me to let him try out, I bought him secondhand pads and a helmet that looked almost new.<\/p>\n
By twelve, he was playing for his middle school.<\/p>\n
I never missed a game.<\/p>\n
I was the old man in the bleachers shouting too loudly every time he touched the ball.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know they can hear you from the parking lot, right?\u201d Tobin told me once.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the point.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
Football gave him something that belonged entirely to him. On the field, he wasn\u2019t the boy whose parents had died. He wasn\u2019t the kid being raised by his grandfather.<\/p>\n
He was simply Tobin.<\/p>\n
Then, when he was fourteen, he started getting tired.<\/p>\n
At first, we blamed football.<\/p>\n
Then he started losing weight.<\/p>\n
A few weeks later, I was sitting in a room with two doctors explaining a diagnosis I could barely hear over the sound of my own heartbeat.<\/p>\n
Cancer.<\/p>\n
We fought it.<\/p>\n
God, we fought it.<\/p>\n
There were hospital stays, treatments, medications, more scans than I could count, and days when Tobin was too exhausted to speak.<\/p>\n
I emptied the savings account.<\/p>\n
I sold my fishing boat.<\/p>\n
Then I sold the old motorcycle I had promised myself I would restore after retirement.<\/p>\n
I picked up extra work again until one of the nurses finally pulled me aside and told me I looked worse than some of the patients.<\/p>\n
None of it bothered me.<\/p>\n
The only thing that mattered was keeping Tobin here.<\/p>\n
But eventually, the doctors stopped talking about beating the disease.<\/p>\n
They started talking about comfort.<\/p>\n
Time.<\/p>\n
Making memories.<\/p>\n
He was fifteen years old.<\/p>\n
Fifteen.<\/p>\n
There are ages when a boy should be worrying about homework, girls, and whether he will make varsity next year.<\/p>\n
My grandson was deciding which pain medication made him least sleepy.<\/p>\n
Over the last few months, almost everything he loved disappeared.<\/p>\n
No school.<\/p>\n
No team.<\/p>\n
No practices.<\/p>\n
Our days became hospital rooms, appointments, and the quiet hope that tomorrow might be a little better than today.<\/p>\n
One afternoon, a hospital social worker named Bethany came into Tobin\u2019s room.<\/p>\n
She had known us for months and understood that Tobin hated being spoken to like a sick child.<\/p>\n
She pulled a chair beside his bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you could do one thing right now,\u201d she asked, \u201cwhat would it be?\u201d<\/p>\n
I immediately said, \u201cBe reasonable, kid. Your grandfather is not buying you a Ferrari.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tobin smiled.<\/p>\n
Bethany gave me a look.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet him answer, Hollis.\u201d<\/p>\n
I raised both hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tobin didn\u2019t need time to think.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to see the Hawks play.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew exactly what he meant.<\/p>\n
His favorite NFL team.<\/p>\n
He had followed them since he was eight.<\/p>\n
\u201cOn television?\u201d Bethany asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. For real.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked almost embarrassed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the stadium. Just once.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
Tickets alone would be more than I could manage. Add transportation and a hotel, and it was impossible.<\/p>\n
Tobin saw my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s fine, Grandpa. She asked. I answered.\u201d<\/p>\n
That hurt more than if he had begged.<\/p>\n
Bethany wrote something down and asked for my phone number even though I knew she already had it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll make some calls.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t expect anything.<\/p>\n
Three weeks later, she called me while I was fixing a loose porch railing for a neighbor.<\/p>\n
\u201cHollis, are you sitting down?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou might want to.\u201d<\/p>\n
A private group had covered everything.<\/p>\n
Two game tickets.<\/p>\n
Transportation.<\/p>\n
A hotel room near the stadium.<\/p>\n
I thought I had misheard her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho did this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey want to remain anonymous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause sometimes people do something kind without needing their name attached to it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t believe in gifts without reasons.<\/p>\n
But Tobin did.<\/p>\n
When I told him, his whole face changed.<\/p>\n
For the first time in weeks, he talked about something other than medication, scans, or whether he was hungry enough to eat.<\/p>\n
The night before we left, he made me pack his old football jersey.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt barely fits,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m wearing it anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re going to freeze.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what jackets are for, Grandpa.\u201d<\/p>\n
At the stadium, Tobin refused the wheelchair at first.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can walk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you can.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stop following me with that thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not following you. It just happens to be going exactly where you\u2019re going.\u201d<\/p>\n
He rolled his eyes.<\/p>\n
Twenty minutes later, he quietly sat down in it.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t say a word.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d he warned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were thinking it.\u201d<\/p>\n
By kickoff, he was smiling so much my face hurt from watching him.<\/p>\n
He yelled at the referees.<\/p>\n
He argued with strangers about a penalty.<\/p>\n
At one point, he grabbed my arm and shouted, \u201cDid you SEE that?\u201d<\/p>\n
I had.<\/p>\n
But mostly, I had been watching him.<\/p>\n
About halfway through the second quarter, there was a timeout.<\/p>\n
Tobin said he wanted something salty, so I started reaching for my wallet.<\/p>\n
That was when a stadium employee approached our row.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Mercer?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The employee glanced toward Tobin.<\/p>\n
\u201cSir, there\u2019s something you need to know about this trip.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something in his expression made me sit straighter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour grandson wasn\u2019t chosen by accident. These tickets didn\u2019t come from a hospital fund.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen where did they come from?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone specifically requested that Tobin be brought here.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the wheelchair handle.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
The employee pointed toward the aisle.<\/p>\n
An elderly man stood there.<\/p>\n
He was probably close to my age, though he carried himself differently. He wore a dark coat, and his hands were trembling badly enough that I could see it from several yards away.<\/p>\n
He wasn\u2019t looking at me.<\/p>\n
He was staring at Tobin.<\/p>\n
When he got closer, he stopped.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
Then the stranger whispered, \u201cYou look exactly like Dale did at fifteen.\u201d<\/p>\n
The noise of the stadium seemed to disappear.<\/p>\n
Tobin turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandpa?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
The man swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Cyrus Vale.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped before he even finished.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m Dale\u2019s father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tobin stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy dad\u2019s dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I immediately reached for the wheelchair handles.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re leaving.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHollis,\u201d Cyrus said.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tobin twisted around.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandpa, wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Because I had spent fourteen years pretending this man did not exist.<\/p>\n
Because I had buried my daughter and her husband, then taken home their terrified baby.<\/p>\n
Because one week after their funeral, Cyrus Vale had called me asking to see Tobin, and I had told him never to contact us again.<\/p>\n
But Tobin didn\u2019t know that.<\/p>\n
He looked between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew who he was?\u201d<\/p>\n
I took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
Cyrus lowered his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Tobin said.<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
He looked up at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to know why he\u2019s here.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was when I understood something I hadn\u2019t prepared myself for.<\/p>\n
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