My Favorite memory of my father was that no matter how exhausted he was after coming home late from work, he would always come outside with me and my brothers and have a baseball catch. As soon as he walked in the door, barely putting his stuff down and before even eating anything he would spend time with us outside with a smile on his face. Only now as an adult with my own kids can I appreciate how much love he must have had for us to be able to do that.