My Dad Skipped My Wedding for a Golf Tournament. Three Years Later, My Hotel Chain Hit $110 Million. He Texted: “Family Dinner. Important Discussion.” I Showed Up With My Lawyer.

and without apparent guilt, and who had arrived at a point where the consequences of those priorities had become concrete and uncomfortable.

The regret was real. It was also three years and $110 million late, and arriving through the door of a financial ask rather than through the door of a phone call on any of the 1,095 days between Tampa and tonight.continue reading …