Father.
Dad.
Grandpa.
Bop Bop.
These names carry stories. For some, they speak of warmth, safety, and laughter. For others, they're tender reminders of what was missing, along with pain and grief.
Gratefully, for me, these words are all positive.
My father has been the most impactful person in my life. I remember growing up feeling his presence, whether coaching my basketball team, fishing in the creek, or cheering me from the sidelines. His presence was felt positively.
From the earliest years, he taught me resilience, integrity, hard work, and confidence—not through lectures but by living them. I never questioned whether he'd catch me when I fell. And I've fallen–hard at times. But his presence never wavered. He’s not perfect. None of us is. But he’s always been there.