It has almost been a year, and a lot has gone on and still is. I've dealt with my Dad passing and all the running back and forth to Chicago during the time his health was turning south. He was a good man, but not one that I agreed with all of the time. We had our differences but we also had our loves. He had introduced me to the love of football, playing it, coaching it, loving my favorite pro team [different from his of course], and to now writing about it for the last four years or better. That will always be a part of me and every time I see the number 28 [his college] number, I'll smile and think of him.
Just like my friend Griff13