by matt keenan » Fri Jun 29, 2007 12:36 pm
Hello All: Three days ago, I made a request for help to have the 102 playground named after Ed Stack. At the moment of writing that posting I had no idea that Ed Stack would have (journey'd) on that same day. Later that day, I was very shaken to see Cathy's posting about Ed with the funeral arrangements posted thereafter. It was an indefinable experience and feeling. But, while I would have liked to have Ed know of our intent I am more determined to follow through. Last night I paid my respects to Ed Stack and his family and it was a pleasure to meet his wife Noreen and Son Kevin and daughter in law who is expecting a baby in the second week of July. My mapquest directions had me make a wrong turn, so, unlike a man, I asked a local person where the funweral home was and was told to go the opposite way for a quarter of a mile and just look for the streets where all the cars were parked. Uoon arriving I was simply astonished, but yet, not suprised to see that the funeral home was so crowded. I had to park several blocks away in a neighborhood that would generally have ample parking. I came to realize the truth of the saying that the measure of a person's success is not how many possessions one has but how many friends he or she has. Ed, as we all know, was an avid sports enthusiast inspiring many to be involved to learn teamwork but also the basic premise of sports and life, fairness. Afterall, what is the sense of it al without a concept of fairness. Isn't that what "do-overs" is all about. As a young lad of about 14, I and a few others somehow came across several boxes of toilet paper holding more rolls than could be counted. Somehow, these rolls were removed from the parkhouse at night and thrown off the roof tops of Taylor Avenue and there was literally thousands of feet of fanny ribbon strewn over the entire 102 playground, ballfield and fences. Somehow, Ed Stack figured out who the culprits were. Ed had some choices to make. He could have filed a report with the police, approached our parents or handle it himself. Ed was the judge and jury and we not only respected him but would not defy his leadership. Ed with a keen sense of understanding handled it himself and we ere all not allowed to go into the playground for the entire summer, and we didn't. We all knew of the potential consequences. Speaking for myself, I learned the lesson and more. It was handled much differently than the good sisters of St. Anthony's would have done for far less. Ed's sense of fairness transgressed and his wisdom catapaulted the boudaries of sports. I believe many of us have learned that same lesson through his sticktuitive dedication and example. The large group who came out to support Ed's family whether by sending flowers, cards, and phone calls, prayers or attendance across many miles certainly demonstrates that the measure of this man's success went well beyond the measure of any friendship yardstick. Thanks Ed for your lessons of fairness and inspiration. I could only hope to try to meausre up in a like manner. God Bless Ed's family with Love, Peace and Happiness, Always. Matt Keenan