Tonight I found out my first basketball coach passed a couple weeks ago. He played such a huge role in my basketball career and was such an influence in those pivotal elementary/pre-teen/junior high/early high school years, that it's hard not to be hit a little hard about the news of his death, especially with the untimely coincidence of my GG's passing. He kept me focused, believed in me when I was nothing and was never afraid to tell me what needed to be told. One of my fondest memories of him was a weekend tournament where we took 1st and I won MVP. He had a huge grin on his face as he handed me my trophy and told me that after all my hard work, I deserved it and I finally got it. It was one of my proudest basketball moments.
We lost contact after that. His daughter and I and our families went our separate ways but every once in awhile he'd run into my Poppy at the golf course and ask how I was. Last he had heard I was pregnant and about to be a mommy. He couldn't believe it.
We may not have been as close in the past few years but he helped shape a big part of my life, which eventually lead me to where I am today and for that I am grateful and he'll always hold a special place in my heart and memories.
RIP Coach.
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