This last week has been a bit of a rollercoaster. Over the weekend, I did a little bit of travelling to go and help scatter my grandmother’s ashes after she passed away in early June. This was the first time that all of the major relatives would be free to do such. My grandmother passed away at the sprite young age of 90. Rest In Peace Grandma Carole.
On Monday, my wife and I got to see the genders of our impending twins. There is one baby boy and one baby girl. We have names picked out, but you’ll be waiting until I’m in the middle of covering Nebrasketball to find that out.