Spending most of his last 6 months in bed, Max starting using Facebook, and sent friend requests to everyone else who had his name. He was so pleased by the visual effect of Max Wolf leaving a comment for Max Wolf. He told me he’d started a Facebook group called People Named Max Wolf. I loved this; it was so Max of him to think of this.
I didn’t even look at that page until after he died. I love the purpose of the group – “Exploring what it means to be a Max Wolf.” I love that all those Max Wolf’s were able to appreciate his gentle wit. As a tribute to Max, I sent 37 friend requests to Facebook users who share my name. Only one of them accepted.
No one had a mind quite like Max’s. One of his college professors once wrote, “I am always eager to know what Max has to say.” I think all of us felt that way.
Sometime I wonder what he would think about something and I try to hear his voice. The one thing I can hear distinctly is that he forgives me. I don’t know why this is and I know how self-serving it seems but it’s still true. And when I play the CD mixes he made for me, I feel his love. I hope more than anything that he can still feel mine.