Tragedy strikes again for the Thornton Family

This part every member needs top read:




Jack became an administrator for the Patriots Planet message board. Also it's best contributor. And woe be to anyone who went on their to bully the other posters or personally attack them. To tell someone her opinions don't count because women don't understand football was to unleash the whirlwind of a thousand hurricanes. On the site, Jack used the handle Hawg73, in honor of his favorite Hall of Famer:


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Get some tissues before clicking on this link:




IG_IG's tribute to Hawg.

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"Jack became an administrator for the Patriots Planet message board. Also it's best contributor. And woe be to anyone who went on their to bully the other posters or personally attack them. To tell someone her opinions don't count because women don't understand football was to unleash the whirlwind of a thousand hurricanes. On the site, Jack used the handle Hawg73, in honor of his favorite Hall of Famer:"
 
Rarely post here anymore, still lurk time to time, just wanted to say Hawg was one of the "must-read" posters here. Heartbroken to hear this news.
 
A true loss. Hawg welcomed me to this board long ago and was always a man you count on to address issues with knowledge, humor and maturity that was a cut above the fray. He will be missed. RIP old friend.
 
I happened to get a notion (for no particular reason) to pop into the 'Planet' after not having logged on in months, if not over a year.

I now know why something told me to visit.

This is genuinely heartbreaking. Over my decade+ on/off here, Hawg has always been one of favorite posters.

His insights were fantastic; his attitude (towards the team, and generally) was always positive, never too high, never too low, and always grounded in his astute observations; he treated others in a way all should be proud of, including fans of other teams; his intellect, moral compass, and spirit made this place a special place.

I always loved reading his thoughts; I will miss reading his posts, tremendously so.

This is really, truly, terribly sad news. Condolences to his family, and his extended family here at the 'Planet'.

RIP and Godspeed, Jack, AKA Hawg.
 
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Jack. Hawg.

His family loved him. His friends adored him.

What else is there to say?

Hey Jack, please sat hello to Sam the Bam for me.
 
I haven't lqogged in here much in the past 6 - 8 months I was shocked to see this thread. What a sad loss. He was one of only a few who's posts I always read no matter how long. He's insight into football and particularly offensive line was amazing. Beyond his football acumen he was a rare breed among internet posters: he was kind and gentle well definitely not brooking nonsense posts. A real man with rare talent. Godspeed and rest in peace.
 
I hope no one minds if I post this here. It is some of the quotes/thoughts from "A grief observed." I know so many of us have had losses and are also struggling personally as well. I hope this can provide some comfort/hope.

10 quotes from C. S. Lewis’s “A Grief Observed.”​

Wisdom and grace for the long, winding valley of grief.​


Bradley Gray
Mar 27, 2023

10 quotes from C. S. Lewis’s “A Grief Observed.”

Perhaps the most affecting example of C. S. Lewis’s writing comes in the form of his most personal work, that is, A Grief Observed. The words that populate the pages of A Grief Observed were originally penned pseudonymously and painfully, with Lewis scribbling these thoughts down in a handful of notebooks in the aftermath of the death of his beloved wife, Joy Davidman. After his own passing in 1963, the “N. W. Clerk” pen name was dropped, and the book was republished under Lewis’s own name. Many have speculated as to why Lewis would’ve wanted to distance himself from A Grief Observed; however, the visceral confessions and observations he makes throughout supply the answer. This book might be an “easy read,” but only in terms of its length. There isn’t anything “easy” about digesting another’s sorrow, especially as raw and as painfully put as Lewis expresses it. This is no academic theology of suffering. This is a sufferer’s heart and soul poured out on parchment. But even through such gut-wrenching grief, there is mercy to be had. Here are ten quotes from Lewis’s A Grief Observed, which, I think, offer wisdom and grace for that long, winding valley of suffering and sorrow we are, at times, compelled to navigate.

1: Time after time, when He seemed most gracious He was really preparing the next torture. (30)

2: Will there come a time when I no longer ask why the world is like a mean street, because I shall take the squalor as normal? Does grief finally subside into boredom tinged by faint nausea? (36)

3: Where is God? This is one of the most disquieting symptoms. When you are happy, so happy that you have no sense of needing Him, so happy that you are tempted to feel His claims upon you as an interruption, if you remember yourself and turn to Him with gratitude and praise, you will be — or so it feels — welcomed with open arms. But go to Him when your need is desperate, when all other help is vain, and what do you find? A door slammed in your face, and a sound of bolting and double bolting on the inside. (6)
We’re starting off with a veritable jab-cross-uppercut of quotes from Lewis that reveal the depths of the anguish he felt during those days after his dear wife passed. God was seemingly nowhere to be found. Or, as Lewis imagines it if he was to be found, he’d promptly slam the door in your face. This is one of the nastiest parts of suffering: the seeming godlessness of it all. This, of course, isn’t the truth, but it certainly feels that way at the moment. The reality is that “God with us” is with us “through fire and through water” (Ps. 69:12; Isa. 43:1–3). But, even still, that doesn’t mean you won’t get burned.

4: Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery’s shadow or reflection: the fact that you don’t merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. (9–10)
The most painful part of pain and suffering is, perhaps, its tangled web of confusion and frustration. Grief, like a fog, descends and overtakes one’s faculties, becoming the only thing seen, known, and felt. Suffering sets up shop in the deepest parts of you, ruining and running all of your thoughts. Not only are you consumed with what was lost, but that’s all you can seem to ponder. Every thought is driven by sorrow and about the fact that you are sorrowful.

5: For in grief nothing ‘stays put.’ Round and round. Everything repeats . . . The same leg is cut off time after time. The first plunge of the knife into the flesh is felt again and again. (56–57)

6: Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape. (60)
Here, Lewis describes what grief feels like in ways that are graphically affecting. It was like a knife being driven into him over and over again. Loss for Lewis — for any sufferer, for that matter — wasn’t once felt but was a gulch he was bidden to traverse. As he says, it’s “like a long valley,” with each new curve affording him new vistas of despair and disappointment. Fortunately, though, that valley isn’t without a Shepherd (Ps. 23:4).

7: Talk to me about the truth of religion and I’ll listen gladly. Talk to me about the duty of religion and I’ll listen submissively. But don’t come talking to me about the consolations of religion or I shall suspect that you don’t understand. (25)
This, I think, is one of the harder things for some folks to understand. We are quick to provide reasons and explanations, all biblically sourced, of course, that are meant to comfort and assuage the sufferer’s suffering. But, speaking from experience, sometimes Romans 8:28 feels less than real, less than relevant compared to the present sorrow. In fact, I’d say one of the biggest lessons we should learn from Job’s “friends” is that the one thing they got right was sitting with him in silence because “they saw that his suffering was very great” (Job 2:13). The part where they screwed up is when they opened up their mouths.

8: God has not been trying an experiment on my faith or love in order to find out their quality. He knew it already. It was I who didn’t. In this trial He makes us occupy the dock, the witness box, and the bench all at once. He always knew that my temple was a house of cards. His only way of making me realize the fact was to knock it down. (52)
This is what God does through suffering: he knocks down our houses of self-security and self-reliance. Whatever we’ve come to rely on that’s not God is often whittled away through seasons of sorrow and grief. Maybe not whittled; more like whacked down.

9: You never know how much you really believe anything until its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life and death to you. (22)
One of the things that suffering and sorrow can do is reveal what you truly believe. It’s easy to say you have a theology about such-and-such spiritual truth or doctrine, but it’s not really yours until that tenet is put to the test, so to speak. This is most especially true for any theology of suffering one might ascribe.

10: I need Christ, not something that resembles Him. (65)
Against the prima facie evidence, which suggests that God isn’t good, we have the objective revelation of the Christ of God: the Word becomes flesh. God’s own Son has become our Brother, born for adversity (Prov. 17:17; 18:24), incarnate for the express purpose of enduring “the suffering of death” on behalf of “the offspring of Abraham” (Heb. 2:9, 16). Instead of platitudes and tactics and principles, the hope of the gospel for sinners and sufferers is the sinewy assurance that there’s a Person with you in the midst of the storm. He’s hard to see, sometimes, for all the tears. But there’s no grief for which his grace isn’t sufficient. There’s no suffering with which he is unfamiliar. In it all, through it all, “we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God” (Heb. 4:14—5:2), who endears himself to us in weakness and sorrow and loss precisely because he himself weakness and sorrow and loss for us, for you.

Grace and peace, my friends.

Works cited:

C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed (New York: HarperOne, 2015).

 
Not what I wanted to see on the last day of theyear.

I will always remember the banter between Hawgie and that Bills chick (forgot her name now) but it sure was entertaining.

Hawgie is a legend and was too smart for me Much respect.
So sorry for your (mine too) loss.

Wishing everyone a happy healthy new year.
 
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