The Boy Who Loved Baseball… RIP


Why do we do this? Why do we run around like crazy to work with kids when they may or may not want to be there? Why should I care so much if the parents don’t care to get their child to and from events with importance? And what is it about this emotional tank? Is it really our responsibility?

To everything I say yes it’s important, yes we care when the parent doesn’t seem to, and yes we go out of our way to focus on each kid. This is our responsibility to the next generation. If you think playing ball on a team is not really that important then please rethink your involvement. Let me tell you a little story…

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There was this boy that had a mixed up home life. Mom was a good person and worked hard to provide the best she could. He started playing baseball. Finally he found his love; love for the game, the team, his friends. As he grew his natural talent was noticed by all. The field is where he found his stability and the coaches became his mentors. This was the family he loved and would do anything for.


Through the years Shayne played for many select teams and was the key player that every coach wanted. When the family funds are hard to come by there was always a way to keep him in the game. No fancy cars or home, just the basics and ball. The opportunity came for him to travel with an ambassador team to Japan, where he had life experiences that surpassed any young teen’s imagination. Finally; High school Baseball, the battle to stay in the game long enough to just tryout and see if you will make it. Shayne was a star from the start and was an asset to his teammates. He was going to go Pro and no one would disagree.

Did his story end there? No. School got hard. Grades went down. And choices were made. Eventually he lost his place on the team and his hopes to be a professional. The college scouts stopped talking to him and everything he knew was different. I just want to play. That was no longer an option when he was fighting a different battle; what do I do with my life now?

This is where his life ends, but not his story. Friday morning, May3rd, at 7 am; a police officer knocks on the door to mom’s house. I am sorry mam, but your son was killed this morning in a car accident. There is no explanation to the accident and it is under investigation. For unknown reasons the vehicle ran off the road into a tree. Paramedics worked on the driver but were unable to save him. The passenger was taken to nearby hospital.

This was my cousin Shayne. My son Max loved to listen to him about baseball and looked forward to the chance to hang out with him. Even after he was no longer playing they shared a great passion. Once he processed what little he could, Max asked if he could have his glove. I don’t know honey; let’s wait to see what aunt Lisa plans to do with all his belongings. It just happened.

My hope and prayer is that my son understands the importance and privilege it is to be a part of a team. Keep each other accountable and notice when one begins to walk the wrong path. Sports don’t mean everything but it’s the beginning of all. We learn to trust, we learn to lose, we fail daily, we depend on one another, we cry, we celebrate and we laugh at the memories. Cherish the opportunity you have as you say “great play” and look at the little eyes that just want to hear those words, “I love watching you play ball.”


Thank you for all you do for our future.

By Deanna Haverfield, Cousin of Shayne and Writer for Today’s Every Mom (also MY sis-in-law)  *HUGS*

About Leslie Pleasants

Leslie Pleasants is the founder of Today's Every Mom. Inspired by her own busy life with kiddos she set out to create a spot where Moms of any stage or age could find relevant and resourceful advice.