My father, William Korte Sr., was a man you could always count on for help when you needed it. Whether it was stopping at his mother’s house every day after work to help her take care of his disabled brother, to going above and beyond with his wife’s medical problems; he was always there. He was also there for my brothers and me when we needed him to help us with life’s problems and to show us how to be better people. Donating his eyes was just another way to show what a caring person our dad really was. We are proud of you, dad, and will love you always.