Ive went back and forth on whether to post this or not. This past week my grandfather passed away, from complications of pulmonary fibrosis. He was a Riverview Highschool grad, and played football with Lloyd Carr. Of course growing up fanatical about Michigan athletics, i thought this was the coolest thing. My grandfather never one to boast about himself, always just said what a great kid Lloyd was, and that he was proud of his accomplishments and the way he handles himself.
My grandfather was a photogragher with a studio in Trenton, Mi. He took all the Photos for Riverview schools, and in the late 90's (I believe) did the Riverview Hall of fame, which Lloyd is obviously apart of. So anyway, They had taken a photo together and my grandfather had kept it in his office, and again i thought it was so cool that my grandfather knew Lloyd Carr,
So my grandfather passes away, and At various times during the services His siblings and some old friends tell me that Lloyd really looked up to my grandfather and thought of him as his hero during his time in highschool. I thought the thought was very nice, but i dont know how much i believed it. Not because of the sources, but sometimes stories get embellished especially after a passing, and furthermore i had extensive conversations with my grandfather, and this never even began to come up. So the morning of his funeral ( 12-12) im supposed to do a reading, and im a bit nervous with also trying to keep my emotions in check, so im doing alot of pacing in the halls. I turn a corner and almost run smack dab into Coach Lloyd Carr. It completely caught me off guard. I shook his hand and thanked him for coming. He nodded and continued on. I didnt want to bother him, and didnt approach him again. My grandfathers siblings who also know him, and of course my father (because that is what he does) got into a conversation with him. He stated that my grandfather was his hero, because he was the best athlete in school (did not know this either) and 2 years older. He said being so young on varsity the kids wouldnt talk to him, and my grandfather took it upon himself to take him under his wing and befriend him. He also said he would love to share what he had just said, but had just found out the night before and was to shakin up to speak.
To me the whole experience was quite humbling. Here i was my whole life thinking how cool my grandfather was for playing with Lloyd Carr. Looking at a picture assuming my grandfather was happy to get a picture with him, and assuming Lloyd just took a photo with just someone he went to school with. Im not surprised, because my grandpa was a great man, and I dont say that lightly.
I didnt want this to be just a "cool story brah" kind of post, and wasnt sure exactly what to leave in and what to leave out. I can say that my respect for Coach Carr has gone up significantly. His address in the book read Naples Fl. and from what i understand that is where he came from to attend.