Last January, through some super sleuthing, I found Tennyson's dad's phone number. I traded phone messages with Cleveland (yes, a family of cool names with a brother named Somerset) last January. A month ago his daughter-in-law Miriam called saying she heard my latest message and we just have to meet. Last Saturday was our day with Cleveland.
Hello Boulder!
Mr. Cleveland! "Hey T-Bone!" A nickname he had for his Tennyson.
Miriam and I were a mess. Once we sent them to their seats she fell apart.
This meant so much to their family and ours!
The sisters had a great time meeting everyone and watching the game.
Friends forever! When Cleveland called me back, he said,
"I know we don't know each other, but we have Tennyson in common and that's all that matters." Let the tears flow.
Tennyson's brother Eric is the team physician (Miriam's husband & my brother's high school friend).
We not only got club level seats, but Ten got to go with their son to the locker room
and hear the coaches speech to the team after their victory.
He got to see Heisman winner Rashaan Salaam's "shrine".
One of the players tossed him a glove!

"His teammates remember him as a tireless warrior and compassionate friend."
Go Black & Gold!
Oh my word ... this touched my heart so much!!! I can't imagine making it through that day without a box of Kleenex. What an amazing memory for Tennison! Now I see why he really wants to play football ... it's in the name. When I saw that one picture of Cleveland and Tennison smiling at the camera it looked like Cleveland was really trying to hold it together. Can you imagine what was going through his mind to have a "little Tennison" sitting by his side again?! This post let's me know how MUCH MORE we could have talked about. We only skimmed the surface of our lives. At least there are several ways of keeping in touch now so that we don't lose track of each other over the years to come. Love you bunches, sweet Kris!!!
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