Max went to California State University Long Beach, and wanted to be a writer. He loved fencing and was a B-rated fencer when he died. He fenced foil his first year.
Then a teammate was sick and he switched to epee. He loved dancing and chess. He played recorder, and trumpet in his Ska band, Bad Faction. He was part of the “Mod” movement and loved his Vespa scooter. Max went to California State University Long Beach, and wanted to be a writer. He loved fencing and was a B-rated fencer when he died. He fenced foil his first year. Then a teammate was sick and he switched to epee. He loved dancing and chess. He played recorder, and trumpet in his Ska band, Bad Faction. He was part of the “Mod” movement and loved his Vespa scooter. Max was easy to love. He was loving, sensitive, gentle, ethical, honest, sweet, enthusiastic and humorous. He was your best friend and he would do anything for you, and in response, you were always there for him. Max was happy the evening he died. Earlier in the day he had gotten a bowl “Beatles” haircut in his beloved “Mod” style. He gave his regularly scheduled trumpet lesson to the little boy across the street, spoke with his parents on the telephone and went to fencing practice. The accident occurred after practice when he was on his way to meet friends for fun and dancing. Max is gone, but he is dancing in our hearts…forever. These are words from some of his friends.
His light was so strong and affecting. (Dylan)
He had an open disposition and a good heart. On the strip he was a gracious loser and a generous winner; a true sportsman (Shervin)
The world will be darker without his wonderful, unique, happy approach to life. (Xandi)
I learned a lot about freedom from Max, and his memory helps me to find the courage to trust my free will. (Nate)
His kind, generous friendship brightened my life. (Doug)
He was a loyal friend to anyone who wanted one, and would put them before anything else, even when it wasn’t convenient. He was never disrespectful or rude to anyone that I know of, and he had a kind heart and a gentle soul. (Jo – his coach)
I feel I owe all my success to Max. He never allowed me to let down. I always respected his individuality and good spirit. (Jeshima) His sister Holly wrote a poem about him. One verse says “Max was a dreamer, a writer, a philosopher. Max was an astronaut, archeologist and athlete. Max was Max, complete.” Max’s team at CSULB had a plaque made in his memory. It says: In Memory of Max Annavedder, April 14, 1974 – January 5, 1996. Max fenced on the team for 3 ½ years. He competed in two NCAA Championships, was twice All-Conference, and was third at the first half of the ’95-96 season. He died after team practice when a car collided with his motor scooter. The second half of the season was dedicated to Max. “He is not where he used to be – he is wherever we are.” (Anon.) Max’s fall English course was on poets Robert Frost and Robinson Jeffers. The class camped up the California coast and visited Jeffers’ home in Carmel. His teacher, Professor Robert Brophy, read Jeffers’ poem, Inscription for a Gravestone, at his funeral. I am not dead, I have only become inhuman
That is to say,
Undressed myself of laughable prides and infirmities,
But not as a man
Undresses to creep into bed, but like an athlete
Stripping for the race.
The delicate ravel of nerves that made me a measurer
Of certain fictions
Called good and evil; that made me contract with pain
And expand with pleasure;
Fussily adjusted like a little electroscope:
That’s gone, it is true;
(I will never miss it; if the universe does,
How easily replaced!)
But all the rest is heightened, widened, set free;
I admired the beauty
While I was human, now I am part of the beauty.
I wander in the air,
Being mostly gas and water, and flow in the ocean;
Touch you and Asia
At the same moment; have a hand in the sunrises
And the glow of this grass.
I left the light precipitate of ashes to earth
For a love-token.
Max’s ashes were scattered at High Point in Torrey Pines State Natural Reserve in La Jolla, California.