I talked to my grandma not too long ago on the phone. She lives in Ohio and I have not seen her since July, so whenever I call her, it turns into an hour phone call which I am very grateful for. During these calls she asks me about my life, (boyfriend stuff, softball, family, friends etc.) but recently she’s been asking how I am feeling. I ask her all the same questions, but she always expresses how she wants me to be able to live “the best years of my life” freely, but in reality my college experience has consisted of me sitting at my desk and staring at a computer screen.
On February 7, 2021, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers miraculously won the Super Bowl. I lived in Cleveland for 13 years (I am a diehard Cleveland fan), but I moved to Tampa Bay seven years ago, and that night I was rooting for the bucs. After the game, my friends and I rushed downtown, and celebrated the win with thousands of people. It was one of the best moments in the past year that I could recall. Complete unison and normalcy, it was truly beautiful. Everyone who was there, wanted to be there by choice.
I asked my dad what he would do if the Browns were to win the Super Bowl, and he told me he would pay any amount of money for a ticket, just to be in person, and celebrate until the sun rose, even during COVID. What my father told me brought me back to what my grandma, his mom, preaches to me. Life is too short to wake up with regrets, so I am going to live my life to the fullest.