I am sorry for your loss. Coach was mentor to me and many other young men. He had a unique way of communicating. I can only remember snippits of our conversations but one in particular comes to mind. On one occasion, all he said to me was, "well?" This particular discussion occurred after I had surgical correction of a break of the 5th metatarsal on my right hand, suffered during practice in the old gym prior to the '64-'65 season. "Well?", Coach said. I haven't thought about it in years. Now, it hits me like Bill Stanfield. This was a teachable moment. Coach did a lot of that. Coach did not lecture me about my anger and my temper tantrums. He subtly gave me the message, which I learned. I continue to learn from his lessons. If I can be half the man Coach Stoutamire was, I'll do fine.
I'm so sorry to learn of your loss, and glad I had the chance to see at least some of you recently. You are in my thoughts and prayers. Godspeed to a beloved friend. Time passes but does not dull the memories of such good times.
There are so many wonderful memories of our Dog Island extended family. Coach Stoutamire also took me from study hall to get papers for my driving test and due to a new state law I came back with my license. Mother was a grey lady in the clinic that year and in shock. Much love to the family and prayers that you will be comforted by your memories. He was such a kind and gentle man.
Sometimes you are blessed to meet a true gentleman that leave a lasting impression. Mr. Stoutamire was one of those men.
I was saddened to learn of your passing and I've had a heavy heart since then. You were someone I've always admire and patterned a portion of my life after. I was always pleased to call you cousin and often bragged to my friends about my favorite college basketball player who was an All-American and proved my point when Northwestern came to Mobile to play Spring Hill and won -- one of the best nights of my growing up years. My love to Barbara and your family