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I can barely swallow over the lump in my throat or see through the tears in my eyes. What a beautiful soul. Thank you for so generously sharing him with us. I love you and am with you always – and thanks to you, he is with us too.
I am curious what his reasons for going into journalism were? Sarah Lawrence was just rated (by the Princeton review) as the top school for classroom discussions (Colorado College made the top ten also…but that is beside the point.)
I didn’t talk much in most of my classes either, but I never would’ve been brave enough to admit to my professor that it was because I was insecure about my intellect.
As a college professor, I write letters of reccommendation all the time. I won’t write a letter for a student if I don’t feel strongly about the student. That Max’s professor was able to write what he did indicates that your son was an exceptional young man. I wish I had him in my class!! x
What moves through us is a silence, a quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch. We may not understand why you left this earth so soon, or why you left before we were ready to say good-bye, Little by little, we begin to remember not just that you died, but that you lived. And that your life gave us memories too beautiful to forget.
May you continue to share the memories of Max with us, Sister. Your witty, intellectual musician son was one very special guy.
I’ve been reading for a while and have always been to shy to speak up, but this one got me up to go give my four-year-old Liam an extra goodnight hug. I’ve been having such a bad time lately with being poor and sick and miserable but what you wrote really gave me pause. Maxx should rest easy knowing that his story is still helping people who really need it. Thanks a lot.