I have really been affected by the death of Muhammad Ali. I have tried to watch a couple of the hour-long documentaries on his life and I haven’t been able to make it through one yet. Even a couple of the quick fact sessions on ESPN have brought me to tears. There were times I hated Muhammad Ali, and there were times I loved the man, but I realized something deeper spiritually was happening within my soul.
“I am the Greatest”
I realized that his death was affecting me in two strong emotional ways. I have always longed to be called the greatest at something, just something. Even as I write I realize that though others see me as successful there is something deep in my soul that is not yet finished. I long to say, “I am the Greatest”. Can you relate?
The other thing is much deeper and it is these memories that are playing my heartstrings as I write. My dad and I loved to watch the fights. One of the first fights that I watched with my dad was one of the Frazier/Ali fights. I can remember Howard Cosell saying, “Down goes Frazier, down goes Frazier, down goes Frazier”, I can visualize me and my dad jumping up and down in the living room screaming at the TV. It was one of the things we truly bonded over. Boxing was a conduit for us.
My dad has been dead now for almost 24 years. His memories flood my mind less and less as time goes on. I dream about him now only occasionally. His smell no longer is present in my environment. It is amazing how music, movies and even fights can easily take us back to a better time, a better place, a place where we experienced acceptance and love. I miss my dad. I also miss the things that reminded me of the good times with my dad. We loved the fights and it was one of the few things that brought us closer together in an already strained relationship, so I thank you Mr. Muhammad Ali for being a bond between me and my dad.
RIP Muhammad Ali!