What can I say about Murf?

I was saddened to hear the news today about my friend.  I had no idea he was battling cancer, I wish I had known.  Indeed he was too young, but it's doesn't matter how long you live, what's more important is the quality of the life he lived while here on earth.  I enjoyed his camaraderie, I admired his dedication to his referee profession, his service to his community, and his positive outlook on life. Murf worked hard, he attended all the clinics and he  never turned back a match.  I remember how proud he was to earn his Grade 7, it was a competitive U19B match, two cross-town rivals who hated each other, Pleasanton Ballistics and ACC Mavericks.  I thought for sure punches were going to fly.  Murf  used his charm, good nature and tall-stature to win-over the players and parents to maintain control of the match.  Murf was perhaps the only referee who thought that a "Fun Run" was supposed to be fun.  He wore his iPod during the long run, which really annoyed me because I thought he should be running his butt off.  After the second lap or so, I couldn't help but chuckle because he looked so goofy dancing to the beat around the track. I miss you my friend, thank you for being there for me.