Many of us have great memories of our dads and previous Father's Day adventures. I wouldn't know where to begin if I had to list the Top Ten memories of great times with my dad. My father was the best, despite owning his own business and being an avid Angels baseball fan (who rarely missed a home game).
One year in particular, I decided to design and give my dad a self-made card. It was probably the first card like that since my days as a Crayola kid in elementary school. When my father passed away, my mom revealed to me that he kept that card with him for years. He said, it was one of the best gifts he ever received. Inside, I told him (in my own words) how much I appreciated all that he did for me.
Inside the card, I reminded him of the times he came home from work after a long day and still found time to play catch with me in the backyard. He rarely missed a baseball game when I played in Little League, Pony League, Colt League or high school. And, he was the proudest guy in the bleachers the night when I pitched my two-hitter against the league leaders. He was also proud when I cleared the big screen in left field with a home run. But, best of all, he was always proud of me even on the days when I struck out. Thankfully, that didn't happen too often though.
When I made the decision NOT to follow in his footsteps with the family business, he supported me totally. Radio caught my fascination in junior high school. And by high school, I had my own spot on the local radio station. I think he would have preferred that I become the Angels baseball announcer, but he listened to my music show even in the days back when I played Aerosmith, Boston, Styx and Foreigner.
My dad gave me my first car and my second car. Both were hand-me-downs from other family members and had seen many years of use, but I couldn't have been happier. I paid for the gasoline and helped with the insurance, which came in handy when someone hit the family car during my first year of driving. Dad came to pick me up as they towed the car away. He didn't say a word, knowing it was the other driver's fault. He was just happy to see that I wasn't injured.
Many other stories are too personal to share here, but I remember him every day and especially on Father's Day. Thanks for being the best, Dad. I'll see if I can get the Angels in the playoffs again this year. I know you would enjoy that.