With all the distress, hatred, and sorrow that the Penn State community has faced since November 2011, hearing the news that their beloved coach Coach Joe Paterno has been diagnosed with lung cancer shattered all of those who have idolized him. The morning of January 22, Coach Joe Paterno was confirmed dead to the public. Thousands of fans left flowers and gifts at the feet of the Paterno statue of Beaver Stadium to commemorate the loss of their hero. On January 24, the first day of the services to honor Joe Paterno was a public viewing of Joe Paterno's closed casket in the Pasquerilla Spiritual Center on campus. The Paterno's granted the public and the media this access because they believed they had the right to say good bye to a beloved coach.
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Former Penn State football player Kevin Blanchard stands next to
Coach Joe Paterno's portrait as he guards the left side of the casket. |
At #69 on the media list, 10 reporters were allowed in the room with the casket at a time for 10 minutes each. It only took about an hour before it was my time to walk into the same room as Joe. At first, I was hesitant to take these photographs for Onward State since I wasn't sure to how I would react to the situation. Would I cry? Would I feel uncomfortable photographing the same setting as a funeral? It was a first for me, but I knew that I should take advantage of this opportunity; to be in the same room with a great man for the last time. I remained focused to my job once I entered and starting taking pictures, avoiding other reporters as I tried to remained silent with my 30 pounds of camera equipment and backpack filled with notebooks and my laptop. Once I knew I got my "money shot," I ventured around the limited amount of room I had to experiment with different angles. That's when I turned around and noticed that Joe Paterno's son, Jay Paterno, was standing right behind me, looking on to the line of people paying their respects to his father. If I was a regular pedestrian, I would have approached him and give him my condolences for his loss. Instead, I stepped onto the elevated pews behind him to gain more variety and to possibly get Jay Paterno's head in the shot. I did not know if I was allowed in that area or not, but I rarely ask for permission for something as minor as wanting to be a little more elevated to get a more interesting shot. I tried to get a shot of Jay Paterno watching people walk past his father's casket, but our instructor, who was in charge of keeping time of our 10 minute slot, approached me pointing at the steps I was on top of. I asked her if I was allowed up her but she assured me that I was fine where I was but asked to be cautious about making noise while moving between the seats. Jay Paterno noticed that I was behind him when the instructor approached me and said with a subtle smile "There aren't enough chairs here." I smiled trying not to be too loud with my chuckle as he then told me that his children were having issues keeping the noise of their motions under control as they ran through the pews. Even in a time of sorrow, Jay Paterno remained humble like his father as he shook hands with everyone who came, thanking them for paying their respects. It was my first time meeting Jay Paterno and I know I'll never forget that moment.
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Throughout the day, previous and present Penn State football players alternated guarding Joe Paterno's casket. By the time I was scheduled to take photographs, Kevin Blanchard (left) and Daryll Clark (right) took their positions guarding the casket of their beloved coach, remaining strong as they held back their tears. When my 10 minutes were up, I was the first to exist the room. I paid no attention to the other reporters waiting their turn as they watched me leave in a rush. As I packed my camera equipment, I felt a sense of shock and disbelief of what I have seen. If I attended the viewing as a regular student, I would be allowed to express my feeling of sorrow and allow myself to crumble from all that has happened in my senior year at Penn State. But as a journalist I kept myself composed and carried my belongings to my last class of the day.