My dad doesn’t need an introduction.
Most people just say, “Let me guess, that’s your dad.”
Yup. It is that obvious.
From the way we walk, to the way we talk and act, there is no denying that we are related.
There are many times where my wife will just call me Tim Jr. because I have acted exactly the way he would have.
And let me just say, that’s an honor that I do not take lightly.
My dad is my hero.
He is always my voice of reason, even when I just want him to side with me.
There isn’t a thing in the world my dad would not do for me, my brother, my mom or any other family.
I think back to last winter, 2018.
I got a call from my wife while on my way home from work that there was water running in the basement.
She could not figure out what was causing it and wanted me to hurry home and check on it.
I got home and inspected the area, and based on what she told me, I could not figure out where the water was coming from either.
So, what did I do? I called my dad.
He wakes up early in the mornings for work, so by 8 p.m., he is curled up on the couch watching whatever sports game is on that evening.
I knew he was tired, but I needed his help. And to no surprise, he spent the next hour talking me through the situation.
We came up with a temporary solution for the night, but we were right back at it the next day.
He took off work a little bit early that day and came to my house to help me diagnose the problem.
This was the beginning of a multi-day project that started first thing in the morning and lasted until the early-morning hours of the next day.
Oh and did I mention, it was in the middle of February. Boy was it cold.
But there was my dad, right there the entire time working to help solve the problem.
Only once during the process did he really get mad, but we can leave that part out. We can laugh about it now.
He didn’t complain that he had to drive home at 1:30 a.m. or spend his evening sifting through the drainpipe to find the clog that was causing the water to run back into the house.
That is the kind of dad I want to be one day.
He sacrifices a lot of time for me and my brother and asks for little in return.
He spent much of our youth throwing batting practice, catching bullpen sessions, coaching, catching passes and sometime was even the tackling dummy.
Don’t think for a minute that a moment doesn’t go by where I don’t remember that.
I think back to the practices late at night where I would get so frustrated because he would ask me to do something differently, only to realize later that he was only doing it to make me better.
He never gave up on us.
He has always been our biggest fan.
He always pushes us to be the best because he knows what we are capable of.
My dad isn’t just my dad, though.
He plays the father-figure role for a lot of people.
It is not uncommon for us to walk out in public and for someone we know to call him dad.
I want to step up and say, “Um no, that’s my dad thank you.”
But it isn’t about that.
It shows that other people see the same loving and caring side of my dad that I see.
He has taught me to be a man of my word, to love unconditionally and to always be there for the ones closest to me.
Happy Father’s Day, dad, and all the other fathers out there as well.