Max was right around three years old when we met. I was invited up to the Angle to spend the weekend with Izzy and his family. We were greeted at the dock by a beautiful boy with bright blonde hair. He had a huge smile and took control of the situation around him like a seasoned veteran. Tying up the boat. Laughing at the jokes. Getting in on the teasing going back and forth. Giving instructions on how to drive the four-wheeler and Sea-Doo and also laughing his head off when I crashed and burned on the rope swing. This was the same Max I would meet every time in the future. The only thing that changed was his height and hair length. He still kept that same smile and magic in his eyes that he had when he was a boy. Always quick to laugh and poke fun with his friends. He was an old soul; how else can a boy be in a wedding party with all mid-twenty-somethings and then fit right in just as well on every fishing trip with grown men? The bond between Max and his Grandpa Jack was something that could only be experienced and not described. He was a special person to a lot of people and I’m sorry I never had the chance to tell him that. I, like many others, wish we had more time. He will be remembered and thought of often. I hope he can rest well.
Matt Greene is a 2x Stanley Cup Champion with the LA Kings. He’s been a family friend for a long time.