There is a story that has been told to me my entire life, it was from the day I was born, ironically 46 years ago this Saturday. I was brought to my mothers room at Cedars’ Of Lebanon Hospital in Miami. “That is the Orange Bowl son”, she said holding me up to the window. “You WILL be a Dolphins fan.” She was right, as she was so many times after.
My mother lost her battle with cancer during surgery today and I will not hear her voice anymore, or touch her skin, or hear her cheer every time the Dolphins or the Packers score a touchdown.