20 years ago, I stood in front of most of you, at St. Mary’s in Middletown, NJ, trying to tell a story about my father and who he was to all of us.

20 years later, my mother, sister and I still find it hard to fully tell that story without leaving out details, moments and memories.

But we want share just a glimpse into who he was… A small moment in time where a friend of mine, the best basketball player on the team, was at my house. My dad overheard him tell me that he would have loved to bring his bike over that day, but couldn’t. He didn’t have one.