This morning a young boy died. I met him last November at the
Ronald McDonald House in Fort Worth, playing games as we’re wont to do on third
Fridays each month. I only met him once. I remember speaking with his mother,
talking about the games they play with his older brothers, talking about his
treatment, and why everyone loved him so much.
This kid - he was hands-down the best gamer I’ve ever met at the
RMH.
We played Set, and he got it right away. He just ate up
anything I put in front of him, so we naturally got into a discussion about the
finer games in life, which ended up being a conversation about my favorite
games, which ended up with me making a late-night dash to Evolution Games to
pick up a copy of Ticket to Ride to give to my new friend.
I can’t remember everything about that night, no matter how
hard I try. I’ve been teaching games with my wife for more than two years now,
and we meet a lot of people. Some stick with us because we see them every
month, and we try really hard not to think about how messed up it is to see somebody more than once at the RMH.
This kid – I met him once. I talked to him for an hour. He’s
stayed in my head for a year.