Growing up, my dad served as my own alarm clock. His mustache was the 1st thing I saw every morning. Until he shaved it off. Who knew he had a top lip? Not me. But his students had convinced him to participate in Movember that year, so the stache had to go. Flash forward, and my dad — my biggest cheerleader especially in athletics — was diagnosed with prostate cancer. You never realize how the scary the "c" word is until it's used to describe someone you love the most. This one's for you, Dad.