First off, thank you again to the many of you who contributed to his story in some way. Whether by just simply reading and commenting, hugging your own dad and saying i love you, thanking BYU basketball for their help in this, calling on contacts and friends to step in and help - whatever it was and is, I'm so grateful. I'd also offer my apologies, as dad may be partially to blame for the loss @ UVU, as he passed that day, and I'm sure the heavenly hosts who may have stepped in to help the team a little that night were busy with the welcome home party.

That basketball practice experience was legitimately one of the highlights of his long and highlight filled life. The joy in his soul and face on that day will forever be with me. It gave him memories and experiences he carried with him through his toughest hours until the day he died, December 1st, surrounded by his family in his home. He lived a tremendous life and goes out with way we all should aim for - ready. He had accomplished all he needed to do on this earth, including thousands of hours of service and family history, and he was ready to throw of the shackles of his weak worn out body and stand before his Maker, knowing he had done his best up until his last hour.

And now, I'd ask a favor from those of you who've read and enjoyed his story the last few weeks. Before he died, he asked that I be the main speaker at his funeral tomorrow. I have a serious problem with that situation. I happen to have the curse of being a very emotional guy, and this ordeal has been tough on me. I have the things compiled that I'd like to say, but my hope and prayer is that I'll be able to speak clearly and consistently without the raw emotion taking me down and out. I would appreciate any prayers or vibes or whatever it is you do my way so that I can get through that part of the funeral tomorrow.

My focus needs to now shift on the celebration of Dad's life. The joy, the many admirable attributes, and a life well lived. I will do my best to focus the good and remarkable and try my hardest to chase the sadness and loss away for those moments. Wish me luck.

Again - thank you all. And I have no doubt that my dad, M. Blair Armstrong, has and will continue to Rise and Shout.







This last picture is a card I found on his bed stand as he went through those last few difficult months. Dad had his priorities straight.