My dad was my first business coach.
Long before boardrooms, strategy decks, or leadership roles, there was him. Taking my ideas seriously, debating business and politics with me as an equal, and cheering me on when I took risks because he had done the same in his own life.
He gave me grit.
His favorite line whenever I complained was, “Cry me a handful.”
Translation: You’re allowed to be frustrated. You’re not allowed to stay stuck there. Come back with a solution.
That mindset shaped how I lead, how I problem-solve, and how I parent.
We talked every week about business and life. In recent years, if I didn’t answer his calls, he’d start calling my daughter to find out what was going on, which I secretly loved. Because he knew what I know now: the conversations we have with our children become the voice in their head one day.
We lost one of the best this week.
I’ll miss him terribly, but I am grateful for every lesson, every debate, every hard truth, and every vote of confidence.
Rest in peace, Dad.
And thank you for being my first coach.