Snorkeling is another great memory with him.
When I was in 6th grade I went to my parents and told them that I wanted to tryout for a soccer team. They both knew nothing about the sport and had no previous experience with soccer and were kind enough to let me go play. My dad is the kind of dad that would research all he could about something I was interested to be able to talk with me about it and coach me. This picture is my little brother, Jonny, playing soccer. My parents were known for never missing a game or meet of ours. When I got into running my dad, again, studied up on that and was one of the best coaches and fans (the only fan) I ever had. I can still picture him sneaking down on the middle of the track field (where only coaches and athletes are aloud to be) with a stopwatch around his neck and in my face chearing me on and telling me how to improve during the race.
Many memories come from the time he was a Mission President in Costa Rica. He was known for getting us out of school all the time to take us to the beach, the jungle, or a volcanoe and he would say that he didn't want school to get in the way of our education.
As I went through school, dad was there for me everystep of the way.