To say we are heartbroken doesn’t begin to capture the depth of this loss. My dad, Coach Michael, and Papa to my three daughters - was a force! A man with a strong heart, unwavering conviction, and a presence that shaped everyone around him. Our bond was deep and lasting, and there’s no question a piece of that connection will always feel missing.

What makes this even harder is knowing my dad wasn’t finished. Resting peacefully? That wasn’t his way. There was always more for him to do, more to accomplish, more to fight for. Even at his sickest, he never truly rested, that’s who he was.

Michael’s celebration of life will be exactly how he wanted it: his way. A gathering to honor the man he was, the legacy he leaves behind, and the lessons he passed down to all of us. Strength. Courage. Discipline. These were not just words to my dad, they were the foundation of how he lived.

There are two things he said often that will stay with me forever:

“Ride strong, live proud, leave nothing unsaid.”

And…

“There’s the easy way, and then there’s the Cintas way.”

That was my dad. And we wouldn’t have him any other way.