Isiah Memoir

Isiah Hennie was a lively, hilarious 16 year old who loved life, and had huge dreams that never got to be fulfilled. He had a passion for football and was one of the starting wide receivers for the San Marcos knight’s football team, and had a promising future in college football, maybe even headed to the pros later in life. When asked to characterize Isiah, nearly every person would say he was the class clown, and always knew how to put a smile on someone’s face. He deeply cared about people and if someone was upset he would be the first person to lend them his attention and affection if they needed it. He was loud and outgoing, and exuded confidence, a confidence that was contagious. He was humble about his achievements and never tried to belittle anyone. He was a natural born leader, and when he spoke, you better believe people listened. Isiah always stayed true to his morals and never strayed from them, never being tempted by peer pressure or influenced to do anything that might affect his goals. His dreams were the most important things to him, and every day he strived to work hard and improve so that someday those dreams could become a reality. He was greatly loved, and touched nearly every life he came in contact with. So when tragedy struck and Isiah was pronounced dead at the fault of a drunk driver, the shock was too great for most to handle- how could such a bright young man with so much potential be gone? This is for sure: Isiah was a kind, charismatic individual, and will always be remembered for his ability to light up a room. He is now and always will be remembered through his family and friends as a loving son, brother, and friend, gone much too soon.

 At the morgue, a gut-wrenching scene occurred when you witnessed Ingrid Hennie confirming the death of her child. The morgue, already being a dull and sad place due to its grey walls and deathly images, yet the entire building was filled with the tears and sorrow coming from a woman struck by a loved ones fatality. No words can explain the overwhelming emotion that diminished the spirits of every body there. Seeing the tears continuously roll down the cheeks was a heart-breaking sight, and it brought sadness and burdens upon us all. She states “No woman should have to bury her child, let alone see their child dead, unresponsive and cold.” Anger, sorrow, emptiness are just a few of many feelings the mother felt with the sight of her dead child. This place has been once again haunted by the utter disbelief of a child’s death.