Our very first classmate to leave us was Mac Herndon. I met Mac during the summer of 1965 as the Mark Smith band prepared for the upcoming football season. I remember Mac as someone who always had a smile on his face!
Mac was much too young to leave us.
Mac and I dated for a year before he died. He was a strong Christian who loved God with all his heart, and I know he's in heaven now, probably the life of the party.
Mac was fun, creative, musical, and smart. I was honored to be his girl friend. His parents loved him so much, and many years later when my boys were 16, I thought of the Herndons and how very hard it would be to lose your son.
Mac underwent experimental therapy even after he knew it was too late for him, because he hoped it would help someone in the future. And I'm guessing it did, because no longer is Hodgkins Disease necessarily a death sentence.
Mac lived his short life to the fullest, and this world is better because he was part of it.
Mac was an outstanding human being. You're right, Miki, I remember him as the first of our number we lost. After the funeral our English teacher, Mrs. Enzer, talked to the class about the interactions she had with Mac when he was sick, and how much he wanted to live and dedicate his life to caring for others.
I will always remember all of the band going to the funeral together in our uniforms to pay respect. God bless Mac and his family.
I don't post much on here, but Mac's story caught my eye. I remember talking with him several times in the lunch room about his illness. He was the definition of stoic even though he was starting to fade. I can only hope if I find myself in a similar situation I can be the person he was.
Miki Fluker (1970)
Our very first classmate to leave us was Mac Herndon. I met Mac during the summer of 1965 as the Mark Smith band prepared for the upcoming football season. I remember Mac as someone who always had a smile on his face!
Mac was much too young to leave us.
Miki Fluker (1970)
Mac was fun, creative, musical, and smart. I was honored to be his girl friend. His parents loved him so much, and many years later when my boys were 16, I thought of the Herndons and how very hard it would be to lose your son.
Mac underwent experimental therapy even after he knew it was too late for him, because he hoped it would help someone in the future. And I'm guessing it did, because no longer is Hodgkins Disease necessarily a death sentence.
Mac lived his short life to the fullest, and this world is better because he was part of it.
Miki Fluker (1970)
I will always remember all of the band going to the funeral together in our uniforms to pay respect. God bless Mac and his family.
Miki Fluker (1970)
Mark Johnson (1970)
I don't post much on here, but Mac's story caught my eye. I remember talking with him several times in the lunch room about his illness. He was the definition of stoic even though he was starting to fade. I can only hope if I find myself in a similar situation I can be the person he was.