Andrew Seago passed away last night after a month of battling infections. Andrew was a ventilator dependent quadriplegic for almost 40 years after a childhood handgun accident left him paralyzed from the neck down. Andrew lived a full life, obtaining both bachelors and masters degrees from MSU. He was a Kappa Sig pledge brother of mine and I can promise you his college experience was better than most. Andrew loved all things MSU and very rarely missed a sporting event. I was his friend and caregiver for 25 years but can honestly say I received more than I gave. He used to love for me to read posts from sixpack so I thought it is fitting to give him a salute. Thanks.
OT: We lost a great Bulldog
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Godspeed Andrew! Thank you for your service JesterB and God Bless you as well. I know this is hard for you and I will keep you and his family in my prayers.
100% on this Jester I roomed with Andy for 2 years and helped with his care as well. He was maroon through and through and has an amazing family. My 10 year old is named after him. He will be missed and I'm sure he and Dr. Seago will be watching the game together this weekend from above.
I sat by him at a couple games 10-12 years ago at the Hump and the old Dude. Didn’t know him particularly well but seemed like a good dude and you’re right, he bled maroon. Thoughts and prayers to his friends and family.
Sorry for your loss. I remember seeing Andy around campus in the late 90's early 2000's. Dude drew a crowd everywhere he went. While I didn't know him personally, I would love to hear his full story. If anyone ever puts that down on paper, please let us know.
My mother in law spent the last 25 years on of her life as a ventilator-dependant quadriplegic. For those that don't know, 20-25 years is about as long as most make it. 40 years is the equivalent of one of us able bodied people making it to 110. If I know nothing else about him, I can tell you that's one tough dude.
My mother in law spent the last 25 years on of her life as a ventilator-dependant quadriplegic. For those that don't know, 20-25 years is about as long as most make it. 40 years is the equivalent of one of us able bodied people making it to 110. If I know nothing else about him, I can tell you that's one tough dude.
I’m not a quad but a para and years ago I read that the average life span post injury was 24 years. Dec 21 will be 23 for me.
I had no idea, dude. Godspeed and keep on keepin' on. Let me know if you ever need anything.
It is what it is. It’s what thinking you’re invincible at 16 and driving home from the gym 2 miles from home doing 90+ mph will get you. Thanks
Just so thankful no one else was injured, I can live with this, but that..idk.
Just so thankful no one else was injured, I can live with this, but that..idk.
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I was working at St. Dominic the Saturday they brought him in. It was very sad and I have two sons about his age and I thought how hard that would be for him and his family. I had wondered what had become of him. Seeing that young boy laying in that hospital bed like that was a moment i'll never forget. Condolences to the family.
Hey guys this is Andrew’s brother David. We as a family appreciate so much the kind words and condolences.
Andrew loved his Bulldogs, his family and his friends like no other.
We are heartbroken but know that because of his faith in Christ he is with Jesus where he is without pain, suffering.
Thanks again! #hailstate
Andrew loved his Bulldogs, his family and his friends like no other.
We are heartbroken but know that because of his faith in Christ he is with Jesus where he is without pain, suffering.
Thanks again! #hailstate
Thanks David. Prayers for you and your family. It has to be comforting on some level to know how much Andrew meant to so many folks.
I hope this doesn’t come across as rooting my own horn as that’s not the point, but I thought it a little to ironic that it popped up in my facebook memories today from 8 years ago and that something wanted me to share it. I think Andrew could have fit well into the fraternity I mention in it. I know this is a sports message board and this shows that sports aren’t that important while also showing that sports are THE universal ties that bind. Please forgive the bad grammar and spelling, I’m just copying and pasting. I hope no one finds it inappropriate, but as I said, he would fit in, especially the final paragraph. I normally don’t post stuff like this.
As most people know there is not much love lost between Ole Miss and myself even though on my bachelor of accountancy degree in big bold letters are the words University of Mississippi.(few people probably knew that-dont ask, it was for convenience and I dont regret; it if only for the friends I met and places I got to see.) That said, I do regret that I didnt get to experience the whole staying at Starkville deal. The being 2 hours from home(if driving the speed limit), the tailgating at football games, sitting at the hump in the Rick's Rowdies section(we were actually really good then), experiencing the Left Field Lounge at the Dude, along with countless other things that I dont know about simply because I didnt go to find out.
But all that is not what this post is about. I am talking about watching "SEC Storied: The Book of Manning" on ESPN tonight telling the story of the lesser known Cooper Manning. I dont know that I will enjoy the show as most will, as it hits to close to home for that. Most will find it inspiring, as I hope in a way I do too. But i know I will relate to the show in a way much closer than I would have liked. For no matter the sport, the age, the reasoning, the collateral damage that goes with the cause, nor the effects that follow you long after your playing day would have came to and end, there is no cornfield in Iowa in which if you believe then they will come and cheer as those ballplayers get a second chance. I feel as though I am in a fraternity with Cooper that no one wants to become a member. This fraternity doesn't care if your dad is a legend or if your dad is a hard working Mississippian living paycheck to paycheck. The initiation process is a simple one, at least until that time comes. All you have to do is sit down and hear the words "You'll never play ball again." In the grand scheme of things that sounds trivial, and compared to the military parents who get that dreaded knock on the door, it is. But for someone like myself or like Cooper along with the thousands of other members of the aforementioned fraternity, people whom with all the words in Mr. Websters dictionary, when asked to describe themselves, without an utterance of hesitation, the word "ballplayer" lept from our lips in a nano second. And as Im sure Cooper also feels we dont ask nor desire a hint of sympathy. Receiving it does us no more good than giving it does you. Contradicting my last sentence, I do feel for Cooper as my joining this club was due to my own faults, whereas his joining was of no fault of his own, was simply dealt a faulty hand of genes. Though at times we want to(Im speaking here for Cooper, as though I have that liberty) you wont hear us say we wish we'd never been called to join this fraternity when it could always be worse.
As Cooper states in the show, he played his entire high school career one hit away from living the rest of his life in a wheelchair due to the condition that eventually ended his career. As far as myself, who knows, had I not been called to join that club, I might be wearing a #11 Cardinals jersey patrolling centerfield tonight, or getting my gear ready to fish the next lake on the Bassmasters trail. The odds of either of those happening were minute at best. A more likely scenario, as someone who loves American history and considers myself a patriot, I'd always had a deep interest in the military, a fact I hadnt shared with alot of people. After taking the mandatory ASFAB test, a recruiter told me I had one of the highest scores he had ever saw. Had I followed that road who knows where or if I would be now. With my eyesight, or shall we say lack-thereof, we could probably rule out my being a fighter pilot. The last plane I flew crashed into Leslie Eaton Holloway's eye(paper airplane), which should have been a warning. But I'm getting off track, as someone who was a freshman in college on 9/11, had I taken that road, the more likely one, that put the whole who knows where and if I'd be in big bold uppercase letters. Perhaps us finding out that our ball-playing days were over when we did was someone protecting us from a much worse fate.
I never meant to take this post this far, but once I started writing I quit thinking and let my hands take over. For the 2.5 of you still reading this, I guess the moral of the story is that for one night anyway, a rich Ole Miss Rebel and a broke Mississippi State Bulldog in theory are in the same boat, and I have to say, the company aint half bad. If we could just find that cornfield in Iowa maybe fellow-Rebel Chucky Mullins and fellow-Bulldog Keffer Mcgee could walk out and we could get a game of Spades going. Before someone gets the wrong impression on my loyalties now, this is where my newly minted camaraderie ends, at which point MAROON is all that matters.
As most people know there is not much love lost between Ole Miss and myself even though on my bachelor of accountancy degree in big bold letters are the words University of Mississippi.(few people probably knew that-dont ask, it was for convenience and I dont regret; it if only for the friends I met and places I got to see.) That said, I do regret that I didnt get to experience the whole staying at Starkville deal. The being 2 hours from home(if driving the speed limit), the tailgating at football games, sitting at the hump in the Rick's Rowdies section(we were actually really good then), experiencing the Left Field Lounge at the Dude, along with countless other things that I dont know about simply because I didnt go to find out.
But all that is not what this post is about. I am talking about watching "SEC Storied: The Book of Manning" on ESPN tonight telling the story of the lesser known Cooper Manning. I dont know that I will enjoy the show as most will, as it hits to close to home for that. Most will find it inspiring, as I hope in a way I do too. But i know I will relate to the show in a way much closer than I would have liked. For no matter the sport, the age, the reasoning, the collateral damage that goes with the cause, nor the effects that follow you long after your playing day would have came to and end, there is no cornfield in Iowa in which if you believe then they will come and cheer as those ballplayers get a second chance. I feel as though I am in a fraternity with Cooper that no one wants to become a member. This fraternity doesn't care if your dad is a legend or if your dad is a hard working Mississippian living paycheck to paycheck. The initiation process is a simple one, at least until that time comes. All you have to do is sit down and hear the words "You'll never play ball again." In the grand scheme of things that sounds trivial, and compared to the military parents who get that dreaded knock on the door, it is. But for someone like myself or like Cooper along with the thousands of other members of the aforementioned fraternity, people whom with all the words in Mr. Websters dictionary, when asked to describe themselves, without an utterance of hesitation, the word "ballplayer" lept from our lips in a nano second. And as Im sure Cooper also feels we dont ask nor desire a hint of sympathy. Receiving it does us no more good than giving it does you. Contradicting my last sentence, I do feel for Cooper as my joining this club was due to my own faults, whereas his joining was of no fault of his own, was simply dealt a faulty hand of genes. Though at times we want to(Im speaking here for Cooper, as though I have that liberty) you wont hear us say we wish we'd never been called to join this fraternity when it could always be worse.
As Cooper states in the show, he played his entire high school career one hit away from living the rest of his life in a wheelchair due to the condition that eventually ended his career. As far as myself, who knows, had I not been called to join that club, I might be wearing a #11 Cardinals jersey patrolling centerfield tonight, or getting my gear ready to fish the next lake on the Bassmasters trail. The odds of either of those happening were minute at best. A more likely scenario, as someone who loves American history and considers myself a patriot, I'd always had a deep interest in the military, a fact I hadnt shared with alot of people. After taking the mandatory ASFAB test, a recruiter told me I had one of the highest scores he had ever saw. Had I followed that road who knows where or if I would be now. With my eyesight, or shall we say lack-thereof, we could probably rule out my being a fighter pilot. The last plane I flew crashed into Leslie Eaton Holloway's eye(paper airplane), which should have been a warning. But I'm getting off track, as someone who was a freshman in college on 9/11, had I taken that road, the more likely one, that put the whole who knows where and if I'd be in big bold uppercase letters. Perhaps us finding out that our ball-playing days were over when we did was someone protecting us from a much worse fate.
I never meant to take this post this far, but once I started writing I quit thinking and let my hands take over. For the 2.5 of you still reading this, I guess the moral of the story is that for one night anyway, a rich Ole Miss Rebel and a broke Mississippi State Bulldog in theory are in the same boat, and I have to say, the company aint half bad. If we could just find that cornfield in Iowa maybe fellow-Rebel Chucky Mullins and fellow-Bulldog Keffer Mcgee could walk out and we could get a game of Spades going. Before someone gets the wrong impression on my loyalties now, this is where my newly minted camaraderie ends, at which point MAROON is all that matters.
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