Growing up, my Dad taught me to be a competitor. He was always willing to play catch or shoot some hoops. He was always coaching on of my sports or one of my brother’s sports. Even though he worked 2 jobs he always found the time to be involved some way or another. The whole family had a love for our Huskers, Royals, and Chiefs. He taught us all to be very passionate about our teams. He took us to Kansas City Royals games every summer and bought us season tickets to Cornhusker Football games. Growing up we were all very hardcore bowlers, and my whole childhood I remember seeing a City Championship plaque on our basement wall and thought, one day, I want one of those. Fast forward 30 years, give or take a few, as an adult now, my dad has been living through a terminal diagnosis and my wife having to relocate over 8 hours away, I had to make the choice to uproot my family and move away. I always brag that my dad has a nephrostomy bag, and a urinary catheter but he can still bowl, golf, garden, mow the acreage, whatever it takes because he is an iron man. A few months after I moved, the bowling team which consists of my dad, both of my brothers, one of our best friends, and my new replacement, won the city bowling championship. While I wish I could brag that I won, I can’t, but I can still brag for him. DAD – I know we don’t discuss emotions much, but I want you to know, I love you, and have always looked up to you. Thank you for being you and for making me the person I am today, I will always be proud of you!