Coach Troy's Tribute

 
January 27, 1999

We lost a very dear friend yesterday: Dan Cardillo.

For me, working with Dan was everything a coach could ask for. Only time will help each of us individually deal with this loss. But together, upon the strength of what was genuinely a very close network of friends he touched, in time, we will all be stronger for the life he did live.

To ask why this could happen to someone so young, with so much promise, defies reason. Maybe it's not appropriate to ask why, or perhaps God's first team was looking a little thin and he was calling up a "heavy" (That's what I think anyway).

At any rate, you can see that much of my website is made up of my children. Just another example of the depth of love I never knew I could feel until I was a parent. But if there is anyone in the world who is right up there with the way I feel about my family, it is my racers on the hill. Through them I am truly living a dream that I thought I only got to try once already in this lifetime. Such an incredible gift! So the loss I feel is quite profound indeed. I feel a part of myself has been taken away forever. There is a glimmer of hope, however. As our coaches on the hill have so well put it for the last few days, the best of him lives on in all of us. What is the best way to honor his memory? Take what he did so well:  His work ethic, his genuine enthusiasm, his love of life (and have a tuna fish sandwich once in a while), his sincere sportsmanship, and .... It goes on and on. Embody it. Live it. Anyone would do well to live as Dan did.

Dan, who was already a phenomenal athlete and skier, had made yet another quantum leap in ability in the days leading up to the accident. My heart goes out to Dan's parents for the grief they are surely experiencing right now. Our hearts are with you.

He will be greatly missed.

--Coach Troy

 

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not here, I do not sleep

For I am skiing, rest assured

On trails of light, in better worlds

Look for me in winter snows

I am the racing winds that blow

I am the gates through which you ski

I am the might that sets you free

I am the fire that warms your heart

And launches you fast from the start

I am the course that tests your will

And gives you all that perfect thrill

I don’t know when we’ll meet again

But I know we will

I am your friend

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not here, I did not die