As many of you know, or may not know, our dad, Frank, has been battling Renal Cell Carcinoma. His cancer is terminal and we find ourselves in uncharted territory.

Dad, being his strong, prideful, man's man, battled this disease in a quiet, lonesome way....to protect all of us. And though his strength has protected us...he did it his way, and we find solace in knowing he called all the shots. It's time for us to be here for him.

We are devastated. But his contagious laugh and smile will keep our memory of him positive. He's a teacher. He's taught us strength, forgiveness, preserverence, and bravery.

My brothers and I (Milo, Zack, John David, and Elijah) are asking for a little bit of help, to make sure "pops" has a good farewell.

Nothing is too little. Thank you.