My town is grieving. Again. We lost one of the good guys. The really, really good guys who makes you want to be a better person every single day.
You know those dads. The ones that don’t seem to have a job? They’re everywhere: coaching, open house, clinics, dance recitals. Football fields, lacrosse games, art shows. They not only have time for their own kids, but they make time for everyone else’s as well. Everybody knows his face, few know him more than “Coach,” and his family and friends know and love him inside and out.
His own kids may be a talents of their own rite, but he makes your kid feel like a rock star. Even though he sucks. Even though she screwed up … even though. That booming voice across the field inspires athleticism and laughter. Confidence and humility. Never shame. Never remorse. Never fear. Not ever.
We lost a good one this week. A tragedy that extends past his own family and seeps into ours.
Hug ’em up. All those Dads out there. And Dads? Get on a field or concert hall or scout troop someplace. Be a hero to your own kid and others. Be big and be kind. And know by loving up all the kids, they’ll grow up and remember. And they’ll want to be just like you.