Throughout our lives, we encounter many people that impact us and leave their mark. For many of us at Major, Lindsey & Africa, our fathers have been ones to leave a legacy with each of us. Here are some of our stories in honor of Father’s Day:
Father’s Day and the month of June are very special for my family and extremely near and dear to my heart. My father was my hero and my idol. He was diagnosed with cancer and passed away at the age of 42; I was 14. I remember June of that year my family celebrated Father’s Day at the hospital. Dad was convincing the doctors and nurses he was ready to go home and have a big meal. The charisma that man possessed was incredible; his laughter was contagious. When he walked into a room, his presence filled the space. Everyone wanted to be his friend, to be around him, to be part of his circle. A week after Father’s Day, on June 22, we celebrated his 42nd birthday. He joked that he was planning to live to 100. Exactly a week after that, on June 29, he passed away. Every June since 1994, we celebrate his life and legacy.
My father gave me a LOT of good advice: Stand tall, look them in the eye, firm handshake and always over dress for the occasion. You have one shot to make an impression—so arrive and leave with them wanting more. Remember, we are all human and whoever you are meeting with, they put their leg in their pants one foot at a time. You will never win over everyone every time. You will sometimes lose the deal to someone better. You will be told that you just don’t fit—when that happens, put them at the end of the long line of people in this world who don’t agree with you and never look back. Believe in yourself!
My Dad was my inspiration to become a lawyer. He was a trial lawyer who was passionate about justice and who successfully defended people who were injured or victimized by corporations. Even today, at 89, he is passionate about justice and tries to be the voice for those who cannot speak for themselves. He represents the ideal lawyer to me.
"Armed with a Harvard M.B.A. from the class of 1939, my father did not hit his professional prime until he was well into his 60s. By that time, he had built a significant roster of loyal clients and garnered respect and trust in his field. He made more money for the company — until his forced retirement at age 78 — than he had at any other point in his career. His greatest professional regret was not having finished law school at Northwestern University. He began his first year in the fall of 1939 and was asked to write for the school’s Law Review. In 1940, the entire class headed for WWII and the law school closed down until the war was over." (Older and Better - Partner Retirement Policies, Law Journal NewsLetters, 2007)
He died in May 2017 at almost 99 ½ with a clear and brilliant mind intact. He had myriad intellectual interests, was athletic, but most of all, he connected with all sorts of people in meaningful ways. He was a successful salesman not only professionally but in conveying the wonder in living a joyful and compassionate life.
I was a daddy’s girl in the truest sense. I wanted to do everything with him and be like him. He played the flute, so I wanted to play the flute. He made wooden jewelry boxes, so I worked in his wood shop with him and learned, too. He was outgoing—at least on the outside—but he was self-conscious and careful. I was always motivated to do my best to make him (and my mom) proud. I wanted to be everything he was and everything he wanted to be. He always inspired me to work hard and be a good person.