11 Years Old

CMB_5733-1024x678There he is, running, excited about the end of a game, his gloves almost twice as big as his hands, shirt blowing so that you can see just how skinny he is, his hair sticking up in the back, and a smile breaking across his face as he runs to his friends. A bit gawky, sassy, and so much, so very much fun.

This is Mack. This is how he was and how we remember him. It is hard not to shed tears and to miss him today, but I miss him so deeply everyday. It is wonderful that on today people remember him and encourage us. Thank you all so very much.

Not long after Mack died I posted this:

Unrelated to our current sadness, someone on twitter posted this dreck: “Religion is for people who are afraid of going to hell. Spirituality is for those who have already been there.” My first comment was “Religion is for people who live in community.” Today, this week I know more than ever that power of not just community, but the religious community. We are overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support on Twitter and on Facebook. We can criticize these venues all we like (and I like to) but this week it has been a way for family and friends around the world to share in our grief and bring us love and prayers.

In reflecting on Dr. King’s legacy last night, one of our SHC students shared an African proverb, “if you want to go fast, go alone; if you want to go far, go together.” We continue to be so thankful for our community, the community of faith, Penn State, soccer, parents, friends, and people who have simply read about Mack.

We so grateful for everyone who is sharing in our grief and, most importantly, in our love for this silly little man.


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