This postseason has become more sentimental for me and my wife's family. My father in law is the biggest Astros fan I know. He watches every game without fail, even DVRing them if he can't watch live and catching up the next day. And I'd better not tell him the score and ruin it. He's been a fan since the Ryan Express days, and still wears his 1986 NLCS shirt and talks about how his cousin Bill Worrell would get him into the Astrodome for free.
He also had Muscular Dystrophy, and over the last few years his slow decline had resulted in him being wheelchair bound. In late September, he and my MIL were out in New Mexico at their family land when he had a stroke and had to be air lifted to Albuquerque. It was deemed minor, and we believed we were on the path to rehab and recovery, but complications due to his swallowing muscles not working caused him to be unable to eat and resulted in pneumonia. We ended up having to make the incredibly difficult decision to put him on palliative care, as he had no way to get nutrients and he would never regain the function of his epiglottis to prevent food and liquids from getting into his lungs.
He passed away peacefully in his sleep on October 9th. One of the last things we were able to do with him in the hospital was watch baseball. His speech was all gibberish due to the stroke, but he was trying to tell us a story about one of the Astros players, but even though I named them all he kept shaking his head. Since he passed, watching the Astros has taken on more meaning for us, almost like a memorial to him. As all the funeral arrangements were made, and various family came into town, we always made sure to have the games on, as this postseason has taken on new meaning.
Let's go Astros, win it for Randy!