Today, we said a tearful goodbye to our friend Neal—a man full of life, always quick with a joke, a song, or a spot-on accent. Neal wasn’t just the life of the party; he was a virtuoso in every sense. A creative genius who built a thriving ad agency from the ground up. A devoted husband and father. A gifted musician. And an unforgettable friend who made everyone feel seen, welcome, and alive. When Neal’s mother passed away from cancer when he was just fifteen, he was wise enough to understand something many of us spend a lifetime learning—that every day is a gift. He lived his life that way: fully, joyfully, and without holding back. At fifty-eight, Neal found his voice—literally—becoming the leader of an eight-piece band that played gigs locally and even in the UK. His music brought people together in the way only he could: with heart, humor, and undeniable talent. When pancreatic cancer knocked on his door, Neal met it as he had met every other challenge—with acceptance, cooper...