RK Cowboys QB Dak Prescott has finally revealed the heartbreaking reason he didn’t attend Marshawn Kneeland’s funeral.

“Every place I go turns into a spotlight — and I didn’t want that to happen on his day.”

ARLINGTON, Texas

The air around AT&T Stadium was heavy that morning when the Dallas Cowboys and thousands of fans gathered to say goodbye to Marshawn Kneeland, the young defensive star who tragically lost his life in a fatal car accident.

Tears fell, voices cracked, and flowers covered every inch of the farewell path. Amid the sorrow and silence, one absence stood out — Dak Prescott.
The leader, the face of the franchise, and the man Kneeland once called

his role model, was nowhere to be seen.

For weeks, fans speculated. Some criticized, others tried to understand. But Prescott — known for his quiet dignity — stayed silent. Until now.

In a recent post-practice interview, the Cowboys quarterback finally opened up.

“People can say what they want,” Prescott began. “But I need them to understand — I didn’t go because I respect Kneeland. Wherever I show up, cameras follow. I didn’t want to turn his funeral into a media circus. That day was for him, not for me.”

Prescott paused, lowering his head as he spoke about his fallen teammate:

“He was like a little brother to me. When he first got here, we talked a lot — about football, life, pressure. He told me he wanted to make me proud. And he did. Every single day.”

Then came the most personal revelation of all. Since losing his own brother Jace Prescott in 2020, Dak admitted he has never been able to visit a cemetery again.

“I just can’t handle it,” he said softly. “For me, the people I love aren’t under the ground — they’re with me, in my heart, in the memories I carry every day. That’s how I honor them. That’s how I honored Kneeland.”

When asked what he did on the day of the funeral, Prescott smiled faintly.

“I stayed home. I looked at his picture hanging in the training room and I prayed. I called his family — told them I was here for anything they needed. I didn’t need cameras to prove that.”

For Prescott, real love doesn’t need an audience.
In a world where every moment is broadcasted, he chose silence — the kind that speaks louder than any press statement ever could.

“He left us way too soon,” Dak said, his voice heavy with emotion. “But I know he’s still with us. Every time I put on that jersey, I feel his energy — pushing us, guiding us, reminding us who we’re playing for.”

As the interview ended, Prescott glanced down at a small wristband engraved with #94, Kneeland’s number — something he wears before every game.

“I carry him with me,” Dak said quietly. “Not for people to see — but for me to remember who I’m fighting for.”

Dak Prescott — fierce, composed, unshakable on the field. But behind that number 4 jersey is a man who has endured loss, pain, and grief — yet still chooses to

love quietly, without needing to be seen.

Because sometimes, silence is the loudest way to say goodbye.