God, I knew it was coming. It's a helpless feeling. I honestly didn't know what to pray for this morning at Mass. I'm very grateful that his pain is gone. Imagine his happiness as Our Blessed Mother welcomes a true Man of God home; rewarding his fight and comforting him as we write in sadness.
Jon was so strong. When you wrote yesterday about how his body had deteriorated, it broke our heart. I read the post aloud to my wife and son - we were all in tears. He fought better than anyone would have expected. He is truly an inspiration.
I am proud to have known him and prouder still to call him a friend of my family's. Every time someone dismisses what we do here; a bunch of internet kooks talking about football and other stuff - they just don't realize what a gift this Board is. The relationships we develop here. Shit, I know what a lot of you are doing and can't say the same about half the people I went to college with.
That being said, it was an honor; a privilege to watch Jonny fight. How does the Lord permit such pain; such garbage to occur? He does it so we can realize just how precious our time - our lives - in this veil of tears are. Carry on as Jon would - fighting for what's really important.
Rest in peace, Jonathan May. Thank you for setting us straight. I'm sure God is rewarding you abundantly today. And I hope you'll welcome me and all of us some day, along with all of the other saints.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord
And let perpetual light shine upon him.
May his soul
And the souls of all the faithfully departed
Through the mercy of God
Rest in peace, Amen.
A true Notre Dame man. From a true Notre Dame family. He and the May family deserves it now, more than ever:
Rally sons of Notre Dame,
Sing her glory, and sound her fame
Raise her Gold and Blue,
And cheer with voices true,
Rah! Rah! For Notre Dame.
We will fight in every game
Strong of heart and true to her name.
We will ne'er forget her
And we'll cheer her ever,
Loyal to Notre Dame.
Cheer, cheer for Old Notre Dame
Wake up the echoes cheering her name,
Send the volley cheer on high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky,
What though the odds be great or small
Old Notre Dame will win over all,
While her loyal sons are marching
Onward to Victory.