The Lions' Pride

This was a very somber and quiet day for me. As I drove into Happy Valley it was noticably cloudy and grey. As I left my vehicle in the parking lot next to the Meats Lab, the wind blew coldly agains an already numbing feeling that resided in my soul. I stopped at Coach Paterno's statue; stood and gazed with other onlookers trying to find someway to comprehend the magnitude of all of this. The bronze plaquards and figures were adorned with candles, signs and objects left to show respect. Standing there it was hard to believe that this was what was left of legacy of a man who did so much more. Walking further the BJC was lit up with a thank you to JoePa. Somehow it seemed like a distant dream and I attempted to breathe it all in. For the first time I ordered Peachy Paterno ice cream and was given a very gracious portion from the server as if to say we feel it too. On my way to the chapel I stopped and spoke with some of those who also were part of my time at school here in the Ag sciences building. It seemed empty and quiet as well. Finally I reached the line which was stretched back to the museum. Slowly and patiently the line moved until we arrived inside. Moving slowly down the aisle I could feel the welling of emotion reaching my eyes and fought back the sadness. I did a triple take as i passed the coffin wondering how it could be so. Before exiting I expressed my sorrow to both Scott & Jay as they received us all. Exiting i couldn't help but weep a couple tears at the loss i could see in everybodies eyes I passed. Gingerly I returned back to the Statue noticing the flags all at half mast along the way. some candles were now lit and more of the PSU family grieved around this monument. I crossed the street, got in my truck and sighed. i then sent a picture of the scene i had captured to some classmates then solemnly drove home. This is something I will never forget......