Jeffrey Shiffra
In loving memory of my dear cousin Michael, I cherish the sunlit days we spent on the golf course when I was only 10 or 11 years old. I believe the course was called Warnimont and was a short bus ride away. Those rounds were not just about the game; they were lessons in patience (his), laughter, and the joy of a togetherness. I will forever remember the sounds of our laughter echoing through the trees and the way he shared his passion for the sport with me. Michael taught me that every bad swing and outcome was simply an opportunity to do better next time. This is a lesson I have never forgotten and it has traveled well with me for decades. Michael will truly be missed.