DOH!! Sorry! http://tracking.si.com/2011/11/10/mike-mcqueary-will-coach-for-penn-state-this-weekend-against-nebraska/

Just posted this on the other thread before I saw this one. Not only has he not been fired, but he'll be coaching this Saturday's game. http://www.freep.com/assets/freep/pdf/C4181508116.PDF

Not only has McQueary retained his position, he will be coaching the Saturday's game. Disgusting. http://www.freep.com/assets/freep/pdf/C4181508116.PDF

Thank you. Yes, he was arrested that night and has been incarcerated ever since. It took nearly 5 years to go to trial, but when it finally did, he was convicted and sentenced to Life without the possibility of parole.

My 7 year old son was shot and killed by my landlord in 1995. My other son was 6. You would not believe how many times I heard "at least you have another child" offered as words of "comfort." People truly are clueless. Granted, my surviving son was the one and only reason they did not bury me with my child that day, but still. I will never forget standing by the little white casket at the wake and a sister of my then-stepfather came beside me and said something about God..in an attempt to comfort, and I absolutely went off on her - in front of God and everybody. I was reared an atheist, and you can believe that at that moment, I had absolutely no desire to know any God who would take my baby so senselessly. I have now been a Christian since 2006, and in my heart, I do believe God can and does use evil for good. However, it is not something I would ever say to anyone who did not specifically ask for my feelings on the matter. I cannot imagine that even the most devout Christian would find comfort in the idea that their loved-one's death is somehow part of a divine plan. :grouphug: I am so sorry for the tragic loss of this young woman.

As a mama who buried her 7 year old son 16 years ago, I must respectfully disagree with this. Believe me, in this depth of grief, you are certainly NOT concerned with "keeping it together" for others, nor do you feel intruded upon. I was so deeply grateful to see people I had not seen in years, even people I had previously had "issues" with - come to the wake AND the funeral the next day. My son was murdered, and it was front-page news. I received letters, cards, phone calls, and visits from total strangers...and every. single. one. touched my heart. There were names in the guest book that I didn't even know, people who came just because it was such an awful thing to happen. It meant the world to me - as someone else mentioned, to see that people had taken time out of their lives to come honor my precious baby. A complete stranger came to me after the service and pinned a little golden angel on my blouse. I have it to this day and I will always love that woman for that - though I still have no idea who she is. Nothing, and I will say it again, NOTHING, hurts like the death of a child. The last thing you are thinking about is "why is that person here?" Please go. I am praying for strength for you, and for this precious family. <3