Facebook can be a blessing and a curse. Most days I glance at it but don’t post very much personally, just occasionally on behalf of the OU Softball Diamond Club. This past Wednesday, however, I was grateful for a posting by a friend and colleague, Debbie Copp. She posted a tribute to someone who meant a lot to the University of Oklahoma, David Maloney. I was so sad to hear of Mr. Maloney’s passing. As Debbie and I both shared via e-mail, he and his wife are such classy people and make an immediate impression on anyone they meet. I have just returned from attending his prayer service. Many of the memories people shared about him were of no surprise to me and only reiterated what I already knew. One particular story shared was by his brother, Tom. He spoke of how Dave taught him to “stand up every time a woman walks into a room.” He didn’t think much of it at the time (he was only 10 years old) but said that to this day, approximately 57 years later, he still stands up when a woman enters the room.
I first met Dave Maloney when I was taking graduate courses at OU. He taught my Sports Marketing course and I thoroughly enjoyed hearing of how he was successful at getting people to donate money to the university. Simply put, he would have a conversation with them, get to know the potential donors and basically invite them to take part in a project with OU. Though I only had him for one course, his methods have stuck with me and think of him every time I meet with a student who wants to go into sales or development.
The past few years, I had the pleasure of seeing Dave and his wife Roberta at almost every home football game. I couldn’t help but smile when I would see them walking, hand-in-hand, into the Santee Lounge. He’d greet me with that sweet, genuine smile and put his arm around me for a hug. When he asked how I was doing, I knew he was sincere. Being an avid basketball fan as well, once football was over, I could count on seeing the Maloneys walk to their seats to attend basketball games at Lloyd Noble Center.
I consider myself blessed for knowing David Maloney. My home football and basketball games will not be the same without him but I know he’s with us in spirit. I was once again reminded this week of how precious life is and how we need to appreciate every day we have.
I was e-mailing back and forth with a long-time family friend yesterday. What began as a response to a Facebook posting of mine turned into some reminiscing for both of us. The topic of her mother, the late Patsy Rockwood, came up and that brought us both to tears. She reiterated how much her mom thought of me and that she would be proud of what I’ve done with my life. I made the mistake of reading her message during some downtime of yesterday’s football game. As I began reading, I felt my eyes get water, so I quickly exited out of the message. Knowing what to expect, I opened it back up later. I smiled at what she wrote and memories of her Mom started flashing through my mind. I loved her mother like my own-she just had this sweet way about her and we formed a bond. When I was little, my Mom would take me to church with her. On the way back from communion, I would spot “Pappa” as I called her, and would sit with her for the rest of mass. She would stretch out her arm and engulf me in a hug. Though her name was Patsy, I was too little to use her first name. So she was, and will always be, Pappa to me. We lost her too soon to cancer years ago but she will always be with me.
While doing errands today, I was listening to some music via my iPod. The song “God Gave Me You” by Blake Shelton came on and for some reason, I started thinking about Pappa again. It didn’t take long before the tears started flowing. I laughed, saying to myself “hmm, maybe I won’t go to the store just yet.” So I just kept driving. I finally pulled over and let the tears come. After composing myself, I looked toward the sky and said, “Oh Pappa, I hope you know how much I loved you….just show me that you know that.” On my way back to the store, I’m driving down a side street. I look up briefly to see a street sign on the right and smile: Rockwood Dr. I turned around and pulled over by the entrance. I grabbed my phone and took a picture of the sign. As corny as it sounds, I couldn’t help but look up to sky and grin.
Ever since the Twitter phenomeon started, I was perfectly content not being a part of it. I didn’t feel the need to jump onto the bandwagon…start sending out “tweets.” I mean, I didn’t even know what the heck a “tweet” was…who comes up with this? Recently I was at a meeting with some colleagues. The person we were meeting with was brainstorming on some ideas to increase traffic into our arts museum. One of my colleagues, Kathy, who continuously cracks me up, asks the art museum girl, “Well, are you on Facebook? Do you tweet?” I looked at another colleague, Melanie, and silently mouthed, “Do you tweet? Where did that come from?” She just laughed. A few days after that, I went to Twitter and tried to realize what the buzz was all about. Short messages, little drama unlike Facebook…hmm, maybe I might like this after all.
Fast forward a few weeks and I am now a serious fan of Twitter. I was never a huge Facebook girl and can appreciate that people don’t post long, dramatic things on Twitter. I like that there are only a certain number of characters allotted per “tweet.” I get to “follow” famous people and reply to their posts…and they even write back. That’s pretty cool to me.
For all those like me who used to roll their eyes at Twitter and think, “sheesh, what will come up with next…who has time for all this” give it a try…you might just like it.
New Twitter fan