Today is a bittersweet day for me. One year ago, my father passed away. I was lucky enough to spend the last seven years of his life with him and taking care of him. But feel closer than ever to him being here in Russia.
My dad made two mission trips to Russia after he retired. He really enjoyed his trips here so much and even learned some of the language and how to write in Russian. He would have been so thrilled that I was coming to Sochi to cover the Olympics.
I have thought about him often while I've been here thinking about all the great stories I would have to tell him. He would have loved teaching me a few phrases in Russian. He would have watched these Games with great interest and he would have been proud.
I have a big smile in my heart and on my face just thinking about him…