I've been tailing Coach Toy to volleyball matches for a very long time now, and in those many years I've witnessed at least 30 Senior Nights. They always challenge me emotionally. Time has always been my least favorite of God's creations, and "Senior Night" is a true indicator that time has indeed marched on. This year, however will be even more difficult, for reasons I hope to explain.
You see, this group, our nine seniors, are the last team who remembers a time BEFORE we became "a story".
They are the last group who remembers what our bench looked like, felt like, sounded like, BEFORE the "Bus Ride to Franklin" and evening that shook us all, and a night that started this decent.
They remember Ellen as being physically involved in practices and as an intense presence on the sidelines at games. There can be no coach in all of volleyball who more enjoyed the freedom of being finally allowed to STAND and PACE during matches.
So much has changed.