Cancer touched my family quite sadly, not too far after Norwood missed his kick. My Mom wasn't a big sports fan, not her a normal Bills backer herself spent her last few months alive after watching that happen. After the kick went wide right, my Mom began to cry. I looked at her in amazement & wondered why she would be so emotional. She basically spent the additional time in confusion after cleaning up & didn't say a lot after it happened. She had me laid down several years earlier to the event explaining that she had cancer & that she wasn't going to live all that much longer. Being younger, I wrote it off as impossible in denial.
She went in and out of the hospital for several years in-between & looked to be good when she and back for treatment, my brother preparing her new kitchen & bathroom she always wanted. Finally my brother got all done with those improvements & Mom passed never to come home to see them. She passed & every game I hoped for a better day to say look Mom we finally did won it.
Maybe some day, I'll get to hold a sign as an event to acknowledge that we finally did it & to RIP. You'll know me by that event event, being there for that moment. Someday she won't cry anymore for the Bills losing, based on my thinking she's still waiting for that day. We all have our battles to fight, mine is just a little farther away than I'd like to admit. I bet Jim's isn't that far off from mine, having something that simple in common.