My dad was a huge sports fan. Baseball, football, track, and basketball, he was a fan. Oh, how he enjoyed a good
basketball game. He played high school basketball at Eden High School. Then, he
continued playing basketball at Anderson College in Anderson Indiana. His
college career was interrupted by marriage and service in the U. S. Army.
As a proud dad, he would sit in the stands cheering his sons
playing basketball or football. During basketball games, he would on be on his
feet coaching from the sidelines. In my
mind’s eye, I can still see him cheering, shouting, and pointing to players.
In later years, he was able to see his grandchildren
participate in events. It was a joy to see him encourage Jara and Jonathan from
the sidelines. In Michigan, he would
smile when my kids took to the soccer field or took ice skating lessons. He
marveled at the God's blessing of children and grandchildren. On his dresser, he displayed pictures of
Larry’s children. He beamed with joy
when he held Bethany, his first great grandchild. She was a beautiful baby.
Today, she is a beautiful woman.
My dad had regrets. He was not a perfect parent. He missed opportunities.
In the midst of life, he left an important legacy. He was a faithful provider,
loving husband, good dad, and loyal friend. He treasured God’s word. He embraced God’s forgiveness. He sought to
live as a faithful Christian
Yesterday, he would have been 87 years old.
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In this picture, we were celebrating Daddy's 60th birthday.
One coach he did not like, Bobby Knight. |