Remembering a sports fan

 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.  

In this picture, we were celebrating Daddy's 60th birthday.
One coach he did not like, Bobby Knight.