Nancy and I were BFFs for 60 years--a friendship forged on the playgrounds of Allouez School, where we played our own brand of touch football, and in Nancy's bedroom, where we sang along to our favorite musical comedy albums. She was as crazy about the Green Bay Packers as I was--I'm sure you've all heard her stories of the funny things that happened when we went "Packer hunting" as teens. I probably wouldn't have had much of a social life in high school if it weren't for Nancy's friendship. She was a big part of my own family's gatherings because she got along with my mother much better than I did! Our friendship persisted through different high schools, different colleges, her move to Louisiana and mine to Ohio. Starting in 1997, we developed a new tradition: the annual Packer trip to Green Bay, with our friends Corky and Linda, to revisit our youth and take in a game. It was always the highlight of the year. Nancy is going to leave a big hole in my life, but I don't think I'll completely process her loss until I start to head north and realize that she will be with me only in spirit. Nancy used to wonder--literally--if she would qualify to enter heaven. I'm not a believer, but if there is a heaven, I know she's there--swapping stories with our childhood heroes Paul Hornung, Max McGee, and Henry Jordan of the Packers. Say hi to them for me, Nance. I love you.