Our household is mourning the passing of John Wooden today.

John Wooden was a regular guest at our evening meals.
(Well, maybe not in actual appearances,
but as the focus of many discussions.
seemed as if he were right here, with us.), and his
books fill up an entire shelf in the family room.

Plus, my youngest son has aspirations to be the next John Wooden.

One dinner, I casually mentioned that I had heard John Wooden speak
at my college.

My husband and sons practically fell off their chairs.

"WHY haven't you ever mentioned this?"

They acted as if I had forgotten to tell them I have a substantial
trust fund (which, by the way, I don't).

Anyway, John Wooden was a national treasure. The men in my house
admired him for his basketball savvy. I admired him for his
enduring character.

And his wonderful marriage to Nell!

All I can say is...

Earth's loss is Heaven's gain.

This was sent to me by my dear friend Irva:

Given to him by his father, John Wooden carried this message,
folded and tucked in his wallet until yesterday,
when he died at 99 years old.

Be true to yourself.
Make each day a masterpiece.
Help others.
Drink deeply from
good books.
Make friendship a fine art.
Build a shelter against a rainy day.

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