I was half way through my junior season and driving down to Myrtle Beach with my parents for our high schools annual spring break trip. On the way we got a call that my mother’s brother and one of my favorite Uncles had passed away in his sleep due to a heart attack. He was only in his 50’s. We pulled off the road and as we fought through the tears and emotions we tried to decide whether we should turn around and skip the tournament. Well seeing that could not do anything we decided that Uncle Walter would have been more upset on my skipping baseball and missing the sport he and I both loved, we kept on driving. At that point in the season I was batting in the low 300’s. But before the first game the next day I went up to my mom got a permanent marker and put my uncle’s name and birthday on my helmet and told her that this season was now for Walt. I went on to go 4-5 with 6 Rbi’s that game and finished my junior season batting .415 leading the team with home runs and doubles. It turned out to be the season that I committed to a full ride to a College in Virginia. I was blessed to get to honor my Uncle with the sport I loved and I will never forget one of my favorite people that was put on this earth.