She, too, decided it was time to move on with her life; she just wanted a fresh start. It was hard for me to accept at first, but I grew to realize that her new boyfriend made her cry less often and just be happy. The man was kind of like my father. He was intelligent, funny and athletic. He was pretty nice to me and he loved baseball just like my father did. My father would have wanted this for my mother; he didn’t want her to be lonely and sad for the rest of her life. A few months passed and my mother was engaged to marry her new fiance. I was happy for them, and I knew my father was happy