Yesterday morning was a warm, slightly humid day in South Bend, IN. We were in town for my father's memorial service. Dad, as most of you know, died last August. Loved ones gathered this weekend for our formal goodbye.
While Saturday was the service, Sunday was a day for me to have my moment, and I chose my run. I drove over to the University of Notre Dame campus. My love for Notre Dame is well-known. My parents raised me on Fighting Irish football, and it seemed fitting that I would run on campus, and think about those times.

I started at the Irish Green, which is more or less an official entry to the campus, and headed to the Golden Dome. Several other runners were out and about, and everyone passed along their good mornings as I continued to run.
I've run on campus a couple of times. Notre Dame was the finish line of my first half marathon, the Sunburst Half Marathon. That race finishes on the 50 yard line in Notre Dame Stadium. I've also run the 10K of the Holy Half Marathon, a student organized fundraising race through campus. My favorite part of that race was the run along one of the lakes on campus - St. Mary's Lake, so that is where I headed next.
I got to the lake, and I stood for a few moments and looked out over the peaceful scene. I thought about how special it was for my folks to take me to games. Our seats were on the 45 yard line, behind the team. They were ideal seats to watch the Irish take on USC, Michigan, Miami, Navy, Purdue, and so many teams who entered the hallowed stadium. I've had my share of joy and heartache in that stadium, but it was always a wonderful experience to be in the place that Rockne built.
I thought about the marvelous Caramel Corn my mom and I both loved, that they sold there. I thought about the tailgate parties I would see, and always remember asking Dad why we didn't do that. I never really got an answer to that. I thought about how I would sit in the stands with my folks and cheer or wail, sing the Victory March, and just simply watch good football.
My most favorite memory is 1980, ND vs Michigan, and things look grim for the Irish. Dad doesn't think ND can do it as they are pretty far from the goal line. We begin to head out, as Harry Oliver lines up to attempt a 51-yard field goal. We stand at the opening to the stair area, and watch the ball sail into the air, and go through the goal!!! ND WON!!! Dad and I cheered so loud, and we so thrilled, it was all we could talk about on the 1 mile walk back to the car.
At the lake, I looked out, and I thought about how both my parents and my brother are gone, and now it is my sister and me. I choked back a bit of a tear. I didn't want to get emotional on the run. I did think though, that there was some comfort knowing that the family who adopted me was now, finally together. David left us in 1968, Mom in 1997 and Dad last year.
I soon went back on my run, finishing strong back at the Irish Green.
I'm not a fan of cemeteries, as I have spent a lifetime visiting them, and to be honest, I don't like the idea of someone "visiting me" in a field of other graves. I don't want someone to feel they have to take care of a headstone. This lake, looking so peaceful and quiet, yet witness to excited football fans, seems like a wonderful place for me. When my time comes, I think I would like my cremated remains to spread out by this lake. It's in a place which has always meant joy for me, and I can always be near my Irish. Besides, I am fairly certain, the university would say no to the 50 yard line.
Charlie