My Dad Robert Wood

❝My dad [Robert] passed away from a heart attack when he was 59, about 5 months ago [October, 2011]. And this is the first show I've done since then. He was in the mortgages and banking industry. He was a numbers guy, so he loved stats. And he loved baseball. He was a lifelong Yankees fan.

I played baseball all the way until the end of high school, so my whole childhood was spent playing catch with my dad in the backyard. I remember when I would go to batting cages when I was 4-foot-5. He always made me use a wooden bat because that was what he always used.

There was a time in my early teens when I wanted to play professional baseball. But by high school, I realized I really wanted to act. And now here I am in Damn Yankees, doing both.❞

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My Father’s Baseball

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I have some really down days, too. And this is one of them.

It’s been six years since the day my father passed away, on October 6th. Hard to believe. But it’s only been a couple of years since I started to talk about losing him, and opening up to my family and friends.

I went through a really dark time after he died. I didn’t think I was ever going to be okay again, and I lived in silence and hiding for a few years. But a remarkable thing happened when I finally did share—I was met with warmth and support and encouragement to stay open, and to find the help I needed. And now I know that I am not alone.

I miss my dad every day. That incredible man made me who I am, and, no matter what, I will have his memory with me. Those we love may leave, but what we lived with them can never go. Love you, Papa.

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