My First (and last) Cowboy game with my dad

I believe it was 2009 in the fall.  Uncle Mike had gotten tickets to the Cowboy's game at Texas Stadium and my mom couldn't go so my dad took me.  I had a great time and it was so special.  We wore our Cowboy's jerseys (his was #8 Aikman and mine was #94 Ware) and we went to watch the Cowboys play.  I couldn't believe how big the stadium was, but I had fun because I was with my dad.  We didn't get to do a lot of things together because he'd been sick with leukemia for awhile.  He was in the middle of a "good" time and felt well enough to go to the game.  I ate a lot of food that wasn't really healthy and I paid for it that night with an upset tummy but Dad stayed with me the whole time until I felt better.

I don't remember the game all that much, but I do remember that someone took a photo of me and my dad that I love to this day.  He was so happy and I was too (even though you can't really tell it in the picture).  I think my mom didn't go because she wanted us to go and have a good memory (even though she says that Baby Girl was sick).  We talked about a lot of things, the history of the stadium, the Cowboys, players, positions, and life in general.  I hoped that we could do more of that later, but we can't.

That memory was what I was thinking about when dad died.  At least I have that memory of something great with my dad.  It's kind of neat to think that my dad and I went to a game in a stadium that "died" itself later.  On the day of my dad's funeral they exploded Texas Stadium.  My mom found a video that had cameras inside the stadium when it imploded and I could just imagine my dad sitting in the third row at the 50 yard line as it happened and thinking how cool it all looked.  And thinking, "Now THIS is a view!"