Sarah and her sister Annie are all grown up now, which is not the least bit surprising in light of how calendars work, but still. Little Sarah Lynne, her own sons in attendance, stands at the podium speaking on behalf of her mom and dad. Dad, we know, can't be here today for this ceremony nor this weekend for the fiftieth-anniversary celebration of the 1969 Mets' world championship, captured against the Orioles, all odds and without Rusty Staub. It was gratifying to pick out Jerry Koosman, Cleon Jones, Jerry Grote and Bud Harrelson in the front row of the audience. It was dispiriting understanding why Tom, back in California suffering from dementia, couldn't and can't join them. I look forward to the reunion of those who will be there. I will be there standing and applauding for the team that introduced me to the wonders of baseball. But I will miss Tom something fierce. When Sarah spoke for her parents, I felt somewhat better. She assured us Tom and Nancy are still out in Napa Valley diligently taking care of one another and their vineyard. She quoted Tom on the subject of working one's “rear end” off. As soon as she said that, I heard Tom's voice and smiled. Then the curtain was pulled off the nameplate at the side entrance to Citi Field. 41 Seaver Way looked so good, so appropriate, as if that's where the Mets had always resided. Sure, absolutely, this should have been done when Tom Seaver could have been there to take it all in, but, ultimately, the important thing is it's there for everybody who comes to a Mets game to see now and for as much forever as a ballpark can produce. Same with the statue. The past is baseball's gift to its fans. Any reminder of the best of its past is eternally welcome. Parents and children, friends and acquaintances, diehards and tourists will all show up at Shea's successor and pause before a larger-than-life version of the pitcher who was larger than life to a franchise. Who was and forever will be the Franchise. They will see the street signs. They will think about and talk about Seaver Way and Seaver's ways. Tom won't be there, but his spirit will come alive. True, I won't any longer be able to send a check or money order for $1.50 to 123-01 126th St., Flushing, N.Y. 11368 to receive my copy of the all-new revised edition of the Mets Official Yearbook, which includes a handsome full-color team picture suitable for framing…but I probably wasn't go to be able to do that anymore anyway. More http://www.faithandfearinflushing.com/2019/06/28/way-to-go/here.