Dad attended every one of our basketball games. You were sure to find him, sitting on the first row corner with a box of popcorn and a Sprite. He was our inspiration. When I graduated high school, and became a teacher, he encouraged me to become a coach so that he could still attend the games. He came to almost all of the B-Team games, still sitting on the front row, being the advisor. 

Before this age, every morning he woke us up bright and early while Mama got food ready. When everyone had on their church going outfit, he loaded us on the back of the truck and hauled us to church. A Pillar of Faith.