{"id":6923,"date":"2011-01-23T03:07:05","date_gmt":"2011-01-23T11:07:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=6923"},"modified":"2011-01-23T03:07:05","modified_gmt":"2011-01-23T11:07:05","slug":"typically-max","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/typically-max\/","title":{"rendered":"Typically Max"},"content":{"rendered":"

Spending most of his last 6 months in bed, Max starting using Facebook, and sent friend requests to everyone else who had his name. He was so pleased by the visual effect of Max Wolf leaving a comment for Max Wolf. He told me he’d started a Facebook group called People Named Max Wolf<\/strong>. \u00a0 I loved this; it was so Max of him to think of this.<\/p>\n

I didn’t even look at that page until after he died. I love the purpose of the group – “Exploring what it means to be a Max Wolf.” \u00a0 I love that all those Max Wolf’s were able to appreciate \u00a0 his gentle wit. \u00a0 As a tribute to Max, I sent 37 friend requests to Facebook users who share my name. Only one of them accepted.<\/p>\n

No one had a mind quite like Max’s. One of his college professors once wrote, “I am always eager to know what Max has to say.” I think all of us felt that way.<\/p>\n

Sometime I wonder what he would think about something and I try to hear his voice. The one thing I can hear distinctly is that he forgives me. I don’t know why this is and I know how self-serving it seems but it’s still true. \u00a0 And when I play the CD mixes he made for me, I feel his love. \u00a0 I hope more than anything that he can still feel mine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"