My father was a basketball coach for 50 years and he told me what one of his former players told him: Long after the scores of the games are forgotten, you remember the good times you had with the guys.
Next month will be 58 years since that part of my life ended and I find myself thinking back on all the funny things we shared as a team, and I realize how much more I value those memories than the conference and tournament trophies we won.
The pain of your loss will fade with the years, but the memories of the team will remain.