I was raised by my mother, grandmother, and three uncles. My dad was not in my life until I was a teenager because he was an alcoholic. But as soon as he was sober, I saw him every Sunday, talked to him all the time, and immediately knew that he loved me and had my back, unconditionally. I was his only child but my mother had another daughter, ten years younger than me, who my dad treated just like his own. My sister called him Daddy Bill when she started to talk. I moved to North Carolina for college and I was sitting in a bar in Greensboro, watching the Steelers game, of course. An older...