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Creating Lasting Memories at the Soccer Match<\/strong><\/p>\n I thought the hard part was behind us. Our seats were just a short walk away, and I was excited to witness a moment of local pride as Seattle, my cherished hometown, made its mark as a celebrated soccer city.<\/p>\n However, when I turned the corner, I was met with a steep set of concrete stairs. I hadn\u2019t anticipated how challenging that climb would be, especially for my dad, who relies on a cane. <\/p>\n We had been looking forward to the World Cup in Seattle since before he had his stroke. After the stroke, my desire to make this trip even stronger.<\/p>\n My dad suffered a stroke last December. Thankfully, he can still speak and walk, though he needs a cane and can\u2019t go far. Some of his memory has faded, and everything takes him a bit longer now.<\/p>\n He is working hard on his recovery with brain exercises and physical therapy. However, the stroke added to his existing mobility issues, stemming from an old knee injury and a demanding career as an electrician.<\/p>\n I remain hopeful that with time and effort, he will continue to improve. I\u2019m also learning to accept that some challenges may be here to stay.<\/p>\n What hasn\u2019t changed is our love for sports. Going to games is a wonderful way to enjoy our beautiful Pacific Northwest. The stadiums blend perfectly with the skyline, making for a delightful summer experience.<\/p>\n Despite the difficulties, my dad made it to his seat, using the handrail and his cane for support. It was a clear reminder that I still have much to learn about accessibility. I thought I had planned our route carefully, but I overlooked that final climb.<\/p>\n I had spent hours in a virtual line to secure four tickets for us. My hope was to share this experience with my dad, mom, and boyfriend. However, my mom had planned a getaway. After taking care of dad for months, she was ready for a break now that he was doing better.<\/p>\n Without her, getting my dad to the game became more complicated. He hadn\u2019t been to any major events since the stroke. Living a few hours away from Seattle and unable to drive without a new assessment, my dad needed help. Thankfully, a friend of my mom’s graciously offered to drive him partway. My boyfriend and I would meet him from there.<\/p>\n Unfortunately, the stadium area was closed to traffic, and accessible parking was sold out. I debated suggesting a wheelchair, knowing my dad\u2019s love for walking, even if it\u2019s a struggle now. I aimed to use other mobility aids to shorten his journey.<\/p>\n The information I found online about accessibility was unclear and confusing. So, when my boyfriend and I arrived at Seattle Stadium, I walked from my apartment to scout out the area. I found an ADA shuttle there; the operators informed me that it actually started from my neighborhood, which gave us a solid plan for the day.<\/p>\n Bright and early before 8 a.m., my boyfriend and I hit the road. The sunny day was set to reach the mid-80s. After picking up my dad and stopping for hydrating drinks\u2014since he often forgets to stay hydrated\u2014I felt nervous about ensuring his comfort.<\/p>\n On reaching Seattle, my boyfriend dropped us off at the shuttle pick-up point before parking the car.<\/p>\n The distance from the drop-off to the accessible entrance was far for my dad, but it was flat, letting him manage it with determination. He didn’t complain, even as we neared that last steep set of stairs. I offered my arm for assistance, but he chose to climb on his own.<\/p>\n We arrived at our seats just half an hour before kick-off, and only then did I feel a sense of relief. Soon, we were surrounded by the lively cheers of Bosnia fans as they celebrated their team\u2019s victory against Qatar.<\/p>\n Though the day had its hurdles, it highlighted my dad\u2019s independence. What matters most is that we get to relish our time together\u2014and that\u2019s exactly what we did.<\/p>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Creating Lasting Memories at the Soccer Match I thought the hard part was behind us. Our seats were just a short walk away, and I was excited to witness a moment of local pride as Seattle, my cherished hometown, made its mark as a celebrated soccer city. 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A Break for My Mom<\/h3>\n
Surprises on Match Day<\/h3>\n