Grandpa Rocky was a great man. One who was full of heart and respect for the younger generation, even if he was always cracking jokes at their expense. He always meant well, and his actions always held others in mind before himself. To dedicate himself to coaching and improving the youth for thirty-five years of his life is something to be admired, and I'm not certain I could do the same. Up until the end, he was full of life and almost always smiling. Let's always remember him as that same smiling youth at heart; a kind man that always gave one-hundred percent and loved his family, friends, and community.
Let this be a celebration of his life, not a mourning of his death. Remember him in life, as in death – but commemorate that life and lament not the loss of it.
– His grandson Taylor