My dad has always been a big advocate for “showing up” as you have all read in Erin’s reflection. So let’s see how this goes, but there is no way I would’ve chosen to do this had my dad not made it clear that he would have. Little did I know, God was masterminding my life this past year. As of graduation, I was enrolled in the MBA program in Boston starting in September but, after a long walk with my mom, I realized that it was not the career path I wanted to be on; so I came home. This life change will be remembered as the best decision I have ever made. Unlike most post-grads, I love living at home. I looked forward to having my parents teach me to golf on those warm weekends, playing tennis on weekdays, and coming home early from studying to help cook dinner and hang out watching sports or movies. My dad and I were even able to sneak in our annual Father-Daughter backpacking trip at Pamelia Lake this past October (even though the weather forecast had shown us 20 degree weather at night, that man did not let anything stop him!). I was able to crash my parent’s 30th anniversary trip to Switzerland to visit Kevin in October, and visit Brian and Erin at THE Ohio State University for Thanksgiving. My Dad, who has been teaching me how to ski the past couple of years, was able to get his final lessons in these past few months as we went up to ski every weekend and sometimes even during the week. Those long chairlift rides allowed me to learn some more life lessons from him like “the answer to how was skiing? Is always either “Awesome” or “Very good” and how he lived his life as if he could still join a rock band because no one should ever give up on their life dreams no matter what their age is. The weekend before he grew ill he, our friend Linda Graham, and myself were able to ski for a few hours on Saturday and enjoy an extra-hot cup of hot chocolate in the Warming Hut at Ski Bowl. My mom was able to watch his final ski race that Sunday where he PR’d. There is nothing he would’ve rather been doing for that final weekend. All my mom and I kept saying these past few days was “Thank God I was home,” and literally, I will thank God every day. I look back on these past six months and I am in awe at how truly blessed I am to have been here. I will forever cherish these moments and will continue skiing, golfing, and believing I can one day play in the US Open in his memory.