I can relate to what Mark Dantonio is going through these days in having lost his father Sunday. His dad was 86, my dad was nearly 81 when he passed September 4, 2004. That was the day MSU opened its season at Rutgers. I listened to the game heading to Charlevoix where my mother had taken him to the lake to spend Labor Day. He fell over in the car eating lunch. That occured 18 months after my 52-year old brother died of brain cancer.
There's not a lot of practice as to how to deal with it. I think about my dad often. He was a tremendously supportive guy. It helped that I was at a busy time of year and really didn't have much time to take off. We held the 2nd annual MSU Marching Band Concert two days after his funeral. My mother said he would have wanted it that way since he loved the inaugural in 2003.
Dantonio has a game to play Friday night. He'll be in Zanesville, Ohio for the visitation and the funeral and the visitation wore me out. All those people offering their best wishes but for me it got tiring and old. I just wanted it all to end so that I could adjust to life without my dad. But staying busy helped and I assume it will be that way for Mark-- there simply is no time to lament your loss beyond idle moments. Time heals a bit-- but there is still a hole as we all know who've lost loved ones.