Last week, my Godfather lost his battle with cancer. I don’t have a big family, and I grew up thinking of my godparents as grandparents. They’ve seen me grow both as a musician and as a human being. It’s hard to believe I will never again hear his voice, wishing me good luck and offering advice for stressful situations. But, I’m thankful for the moments I had with him. He and his wife saw me perform Rite of Spring with the Brevard Music Center Orchestra. My godparents came to my Master’s Percussion Recital. They were at my Peabody graduation. And they watched me walk across the stage at the Breslin Center to receive my Doctor of Musical Arts degree from Michigan State University. This picture would be one of the last times I hugged him goodbye. And I’m glad he was able to see me finish such a vital part of my musical career. Although his passing has left me grief stricken, I am so grateful that I had such an amazing person in my life. I never thought of him as someone suffering from illness, but as someone who lived life to the fullest. Hopefully, I can do the same.