At 8 p.m. Sunday, a few hundred students gathered by the plaque that bears his name in the shadow of the building that does as well.They wrote his name in chalk on the sidewalk and in marker on the poster boards they held close to their hearts or placed amid the flowers and candles at the foot of the plaque.
Clad in black and blue, the students assembled for him. They loved him, they idolized him, but at that moment, more than anything, they missed him.
Smith, UNC basketball coaching icon and friend to these hundreds of students and countless more, passed away Saturday night at 83.
If he were there, Smith would have hated the impromptu vigil held in his honor Sunday night. Smith scorned the spotlight more than the status quo, always beelining for the tunnels after monumental wins and having to be convinced, if not dragged out, to cut down the last strand of net after yet another ACC crown or one of his two national titles.
But if he could get past all the attention he was receiving right then, he would have seen the vigil for what it really was — an embodiment of one of his dearest virtues: community.
“There’s a specific Carolina Way and it’s almost tangible in some senses,” said Erin King, a senior at the vigil Sunday. “I really think he embodied that. He’s representative of everything you could want in a community.”
Fifteen minutes past eight and students were still trickling in when one stood on the stone semicircle surrounding the plaque and offered up a proposition.
“I’m not sure who organized this,” she said. “But I think we should sing the alma mater right now.”