Yearbook 2018-2019

Shared by Rebecca Schwerdtfeger on May 16, 2019

Trey and I had another sad moment this evening... so many melancholy moments lately.

We were looking through the 2018-2019 MHS yearbook and as we came across Connor we reminisced in as positive and upbeat a way as possible. I showed Trey the Constitution Club page, and how he and Connor were standing there doing that ridiculous hand signal that allowed them to give an arm punch to anyone who looked at it. There they were - standing there surrounded by a pretty serious, studious crew, making that goofy signal, and we both smiled and laughed as we studied the picture. But then he brought me to tears when he said, "Man, I wish he was here. We always talked about how we couldn't wait for the book to come out so we could see how many people we could catch." I think it took a moment before the gravity of his words to set in because his voice just trailed off and I saw that distant, sad look creep back into his eyes.
Connor, you are missed...
Shared by Luke Hutto on May 14, 2019

This is Luke Hutto. I had the honor of playing with Connor my whole freshman year of basketball. My favorite memory or him comes in a car. It seems that a lot of people really enjoyed him when he was is the car and that made me even more blessed to be in the car with him all the time. I didn’t have a license and I lived far away so Connor was always the one I begged to give me a ride, and he was happy to. But he always made sure to keep track how much gas money I owed him, I always said I would give it to him next time, but unfortunately there isn’t another next time. One time, right before he dropped me of at Columbine he gave me the grad total that I owed him. I thought to myself that I’m never going to pay this back so I said to him, “You know I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to give you money but I’m happy to give your sister a ride sometime.” He parked and right before I got out he sternly told me, “ Don’t ever give my sister a ride! 

Shared by Derik Yarnell on May 11, 2019

My first interaction with Connor was through youth soccer.  I was a typical sideline dad living vicariously through my own son.  My son had been part of a team for a while, and there was this "underclassman" who was going to jump in and help the team out sometimes.  My first reaction was of defense, and no, I am not talking good ball control, I am talking about some kid horning in on what I thought was a close knit team.  He jumped in for part of a practice, and afterward I queried my son in what may have not been a constructive way, and my son said "but dad, he is good".  I still felt like this kid has not earned anything to deserve playing on my son's team, but he showed up for a couple of practices and I could tell he was gifted as an athlete.  My son still maintained that he was "good".  By the first game, I could tell he was more than just a good player, he was an even better team-mate.  He was one of the rare players who inspired confidence in the team.  Everyone felt like they could score a goal while Connor was on the field.  While he had an ornery streak, he really was good for his team-mates.  He earned respect of opponents without being cocky, and lifted all of those around him.  My son had, from the beginning not just been talking of his ball handling skills, he was describing him as a person.  I soon learned that he was only a few weeks younger than my son, and while a year behind in school, it had nothing to do with maturity.  

I have since have been fortunate to watch Connor play soccer and basketball at the next level.  His leadership shined and his prowess as a team-mate were second to none.  I also have had the privilege to work with him as a soccer referee.  Connor was remarkable in his ability to call a soccer game, and well beyond his years in handling coaches and parents. I always laughed when they wanted me to be the center ref instead of Connor.  I know it is because of appearance of maturity (a nice way of saying I am old), but I knew Connor was much better at running a game than I was.  Connor was always fair, but as in every interaction I had with him, I can say without reservation, the best adjective and highest complement I have for him came from my son:  Connor was GOOD.  

I have learned much from Connor, and from his dad about many things including grace, class, and sportsmanship. Some first-hand, and some by example.  My prayers are with you, and if I can help in any way, please let me know.

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