A couple years ago I was chatting with my high school's athletic director about my brother Garrett's state championship basketball team. She made some snide remark about how she bet my dad wasn't at every single basketball game I played in (as opposed to Garrett's exciting men's basketball season). I looked at her like she was crazy and said she was obviously at hardly any of my games because Bob Quinn was at all of them. Which leads me to one of my favorite stories about my dad.
My senior year we were 10-5 when my coach got fired. We won the rest of our regular season games. We proceeded to win the district championship which was a bit of a shocker. Then we won the regional championship. The next thing we know we are headed to the state quarterfinals when my dad realizes that he is supposed to be the keynote speaker at some important conference somewhere. There wasn't a flight that left late enough for him to watch the game or early enough the next morning for him to get there in time. So he calls his client, explains the situation, and the guy rearranges the conference so that my dad can make it to the game.
I don't think I will ever doubt that I am a significant part of my dad's life. This is just one example. I know he sacrificed for my family countless times over the years, but I'm just so glad that I have this particular experience to treasure and know that my dad loves me.
I love you too dad, and I hope to give my children the same confidence in me that I have in you.
P.S. We lost by 2 points in double overtime. I know, horrible end to a great story.