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       Memoir
       By: vanesse3 Date: March 31, 2014, 7:13 am
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       That day we arrived at the unfamiliar church to celebrate and
       mourn the life of a loved one that day.  The tall ceilings were
       echoed the loud voices of the people that filled the large room.
       The voices were not joyous, but they resonated of remembrance.
       As I looked around the room I saw stranger, but I also saw my
       closet friends and family.  I saw these friends that had turned
       into family over the years.  I had never seen so many people in
       one place to honor just one person.  While this occasion was a
       somber gathering you still hear the faint laughter and see the
       smiles, as stories were exchanged.  I was at the age where I
       knew exactly what was going on, but awkwardly handled the
       situation.  My mind filled with conflicting thoughts; What do I
       say?  Is it OK to smile?  Will someone laugh at me if I start
       crying? I looked over to my dad where I could see the pain in
       his face and he tried to hold back his own tears.  I had only
       once seen my dad like this before when my grandmother passed
       away.  This seemed like so long ago and the memories were faint
       with me being only 6 years old at the time.  In my eyes my Dad
       is one of the strongest people I know.  He is tough and he
       always knows the right thing to say.  He has been a football
       coach for longer than I have been alive.
       I was at the funeral of Coach VerDuin.  To me he was never “Mr.
       VerDuin” or “Jack”, he had always been “Coach” VerDuin.  While
       he had never actually personally been my coach that is what he
       was in my eyes.  As we waited in line to give our respects to
       his family we were able to look at array of family photos that
       had been collected over the years.  When we finally reached Mrs.
       VerDuin, my Dad broke down.  He began to cry and so did she,
       neither of these two very strong people could hold their tears
       in any longer.  To my Dad Coach VerDuin was the father figure he
       had never had.  He had grown up learning from him.  Even as an
       adult my Dad was learning from him.  He was a role model to my
       entire family, including my two brothers.  For my older brother,
       he was a mentor and a coach.  My older brother’s success on and
       off the football field should be recognized partially to the
       encouragement of Coach VerDuin.  To my siblings and I we looked
       to Coach VerDuin not only as a mentor, but a grandfather figure.
       The only grandfather we knew passed away while we were all
       young, and Coach VerDuin was willing to spread his love to our
       family.  His granddaughter and grandson have been close friends
       of my brother and I since we were all young, and they were very
       willing to share their grandfather.  As I saw my friend I could
       see how upset she was, I gave her a hug and mustered up the most
       appropriate words of support that I could give.
       As we finally reached our seats we waited with heavy hearts for
       the funeral to begin.  As the priest came to the stage to say
       some words the crowd was filled with sniffles and sighs.  Coach
       VerDuin’s daughter, whom is also a very close family friend,
       came to say some words about her father….  Her words were
       powerful, yet I cannot remember the exact things that were said.
       They made the large crowd both burst with laughter and sob with
       tears.  It was hard to put all the accomplishments and
       attributes of Coach VerDuin’s life in a short ceremony.  His
       daughter knew how much her father loved the game of football and
       how it was his life.   She mentioned the long hours he put into
       his career and how sometimes football was the reason for him
       missing her activities.  This is something the selfish side of
       me thinks of at times also.  My Dad always does his best to put
       our family in front of his football, but at times things are
       missed.  At times I made him feel guilty for being late to a
       basketball game of mine for having to drop a player off at home
       from practice because they had no ride.  The moment I put this
       selfishness behind me was the day my Dad shared a letter a
       former player had written to him.  It showed me how important it
       was for me to share my Dad.  There were others out there like
       this boy, who grew up with not much and no father figure.  I
       needed to learn from Coach VerDuin’s daughter how to share my
       dad, like she did with so many others.  I had finally realized
       the way my own Dad has impacted so many, while I always thought
       of Coach VerDuin like this I had my own role model right in
       front of me.
       After the funeral, the crowd flooded into another room of the
       ignoramus church to end with a brunch.  The large room’s walls
       were lined with tables of food.  In the center sat a large
       amount of circular tables.  As we finally had made our way into
       this room more than half of the tables had been full already.
       The enormity of his impact of other’s hit me again as I looked
       around the room I found this so inspiring.  All of these people
       had been a part of his life and he had been a part of theirs.
       Coach VerDuin was always one to make any normal day event into a
       learning lesson.  This moment I could tell how much of an impact
       he had on my Dad’s life.  It amazed me how one man could make
       such a powerful impact on my only my Dad, but so many others.  I
       could tell by not only the abundance of people in attendance at
       his funeral, but by the way they all talked about him.  He truly
       cared about others and making them see their full potential.
       I have experience first-hand the way that Coach VerDuin could
       make you feel special and teach you an important life lesson.
       He had that special touch of being able to talk to anyone and
       reflect on his or her strengths and weaknesses.  This is one
       reason he was such a well-respected football coach.  While
       sometimes Coach VerDuin may not have always been liked by
       others, he was always respected by them.  In my eyes, this is an
       important quality.  Throughout life not everyone is going to
       like to or agree with everything you have to say, but the
       important part is if that person has respect for you.  The
       respect is not just automatically given it must be earned in
       someway.  This is something Coach VerDuin always emphasized
       both, and now my Dad reminds me of.  Coach VerDuin believed in
       creating well-rounded athlete and human being.  He always used
       the phrase “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket”.  While some
       would think this he meant this phrase to only apply in the
       athletic stance where if you your out of shape, but can throw
       the ball it will not help you much for example.  He also
       encouraged it in a different aspect.  Although his first love
       was football, he encouraged his players to try out for other
       sports, or after-school activities.  He also stressed the
       importance of being a student-athlete and the student aspect
       always comes first.  He saw the importance of all of these
       things that would create a well-rounded individual.
       One very vivid memory I have of Coach VerDuin is afterschool
       waiting for my brother.  I was standing on the ledge of the
       indoor track as the sound of basketball bouncing off the smooth
       floor filled the air.  I had just gotten out of practice and my
       skin was still sticky from sweat as I watched the varsity
       basketball team begin practice.  I was only a freshman
       Conclusion:
       As I reflect on all the ways that I have been impacted by such
       a great man, it hurts to think that he could still be here
       making a difference on more people.  Sometimes people are just
       taken too early, even though we were all lucky enough to have
       him in our lives for as long as we did.  I wish I was able to
       thank him for all the ways he had inspire me to be the best
       person I can be.  I want to be able to touch as many lives like
       he did.  Sometimes I think of the future, such as my time when I
       am finally a teacher when I think of changing lives, but then I
       remember his words of getting it done right now.  I need to
       constantly remind me of this.  I do not have to wait until I
       graduate or get a teaching job to do this, I can start right now
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       Re: Memoir (reply to vanesse3)
       By: Carly21 Date: April 7, 2014, 12:42 pm
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       - I really enjoyed your memoir. I definitely related to your
       story of losing someone important to you because that is what I
       wrote my memoir about.
       - I liked how you talked a lot about Coach VerDuin's life and
       how he related to yours. It makes the story much more meaningful
       - I think your story would really benefit if you added a little
       more detail. Also, I think it would be good if you added more
       detail and substance to your favorite memory of Coach VerDuin
       that you mentioned at the bottom.
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