Monty Reuling

My dad was a sweet and gentle man. He never meant harm, and always wanted the best for his daughters and his family. He loved sports and movies. He told countless jokes, and laughed the loudest at his own.

Every Christmas, my dad brought magic to our house. We would stay up late with him putting out cookies and coca-cola. He would pull the NORAD Santa tracker up on the computer and we would watch the sleigh go around the world. When Santa would make it to New York City, it was time for bed- he was only a few hours away! We would always wake up to traces of Santa (shoe prints, red threads), half-eaten cookies, and an empty coke bottle. It truly felt like magic, and it was.. he was.

In every way. The small daily conversations about the Rams, or movies, or really anything. He loved holidays and always made them so special. It is sad thinking about all the future ones without him.

For being good and kind. For the legacy he left with his daughters. For loving sports and being an athlete himself. For being the best dad.