Maybe it was when my Dad threw the ball with me as soon as he got home from work. It could’ve been when he stormed down to our neighbors house after they didn’t fairly pay me for the excessive yard work I completed. Or maybe it’s when I would make eye contact with him as he cheered in the crowd during a sporting event, the feel of his pat on the back when they called my name during an academic award ceremony or the smile and pride he displayed when I would lead a prayer during youth Sunday at church.