You know, I really hoped we'd never see January 6th again. I honestly can't believe that it's been a year. Sometimes I wonder how we will go another day without our Ken. Other times, I feel like he's right there ... laughing with us (or at us). There's been many great tributes to my father over the past year from awards to scholarships to baseball fields. As I've been able to attend many of these ceremonies, I've wondered what he'd think of it. He'd love the opportunity to visit with friends, colleagues and students but not the recognition. So much of his life was centered around other people: coaching them, teaching them, officiating them, loving them and even pranking them. I've been wondering for quite some time now how we honor this man a year after his death.
As I think back on this year and on the countless stories that have been shared about him, the best thing I can think of is to pay it forward. Mow a lawn, buy someone a drink, goose them as they go up the stairs, ring 'em on top of their head or listen to their story. Whatever you do, remember Ken and live your life on the top shelf.