I want to preface this with I don’t post often on here, so here goes nothing. Three years ago today, I lost my hero to a heart attack. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish he was here to hear his wisdom and advice about life. But over the past few years, I have learned that some good can always come out of the darkest times. In that time, I found my faith in Jesus Christ, grew closer to my family than I ever had before, and found a new purpose in life. I am extremely grateful for everything Pops has taught me on and off the field and strive everyday to make him proud. Love you pops ❤️