By: Kurt Snyder
So, Christmas for the Snyder Family was big this year. Really big!
My parents, deep in their hearts, always wanted us to be together. They enjoyed when the family gathered for special events and occasions or for no reason at all other than to see each other.
And we proved to them often that we genuinely enjoyed spending time with each other. But without my parents’ persistent desire to get together, who knows what we would have done when they were gone.
Now that they are, it has been our goal as sons and daughters to continue to do what they loved, gathering and enjoying time with each other.
And on Christmas Eve, Mom and Dad had to be smiling from above. All 34 family members, right down to their 12 great-grandchildren, were present. Not a single person from the Snyder clan was anywhere else that night. It was heart-warming.
I feel lucky to have such a close family, one that actually enjoys getting together; and we all clearly understand, respect and cherish what we have, knowing full well how rare it is.
Since my parents have been gone, my brother Kent seems to always come up with a gift for all 4 sons, to keep Mom and Dad in our thoughts. One highlight was the development of a family crest. It clearly illustrates what drives us, what is important to us and the principles upon which our family was built.
My dad, Ralph Snyder, along with my mother Jeanette, held true to their values and made them prominent in our lives. Faith, family and of course, baseball, together formed a solid foundation.
We are truly a very grounded family. But don’t misunderstand the intent, it is not to boast, but to share the pride I have for my parents, my brothers and our extended family.
Again, thanks to my brother, Kent, all 4 boys are now proud owners of replica bricks of the one that will honor our Dad outside the Police Athletic Club HQ and the Willie Horton Field of Dreams; the site where Tiger Stadium used to stand.
For 23 years, Dad drove down to the corner of Michigan and Trumbull, where he worked tirelessly as Stadium Manager of the Old Girl. Every day, he wanted to be able to look out on that field and look around that park and be proud of what he saw.
And what did he love most? When we came down to see him, to gather, to spend time together, to watch the Tigers on his field.
When they built Comerica Park, they also sold bricks for people to purchase as remembrances, something they could see when they attended a game.
But a brick for my Dad did not belong at Comerica Park. It needed to be where the Old Girl once stood. Soon, people will gather to see their bricks there, to share stories and to remember.
Sounds like another reason for a family gathering, the way Mom and Dad would want it.
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