Yesterday, I coached my last game for a travel team that I formed four years ago out of a small rec league.
A month ago, my family moved to another state. Then last week, we played a week-long tournament in Florida, the final one of the season. It was our last time together. Great week. The families and the girls all grew closer. We managed to win more than we lost, but that was just a bonus.
Today, I'm back in my new house, a long way from Florida, and I'm feeling a deep sadness, one that I did not quite expect. I feel like I've lost an old friend. I'm in mourning. I've known some of those kids since they were 7-8. I'll miss being a part of their lives. It's the end of an era that brought a lot of joy for me.
Not sure why I'm posting this. Maybe someone else has experienced this. I knew that I'd miss the team, but I didn't expect to feel all of this today.