If you have nothing else in this life, you have your good name, your rep. My father’s name stands for pride. Respect. Showing up early and staying late. Dad didn’t do everything perfectly. Nobody does. But he carried himself with dignity. And thanks to him, the Griner name had never been tarnished. That was why when I wrote “Hey Pops” on that paper, I couldn’t continue at first. How do you explain to your hero that you’ve let him down? You don’t. Instead, you lie there at sunrise and quietly weep, hoping the news never breaks.
