Serving the Lord, helping the kids, and spending the last third of my life working my way back to the place where I can hang with the boy.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Wearing 58


Having lived over half a century, I've been to a number of funerals. Every funeral I've attended I've always worn a suit and tie, it is what I was taught. It was always the right thing to do.

When Shane died, I deviated from the norm and instead of getting out my best suit, I went shopping.

Take a trip back with me nearly 30 years. My earliest memory of Shane's connection with the Broncos was when he was around Devin's age. We moved to Portland Oregon and they had a number of Phillips 76 gas stations in the area. When we would drive by one, baby Shane would look up through the back window of our Honda fastback, see the bright orange 76 ball, and yell "Go Broncos!".

The connection has been that long.

Four or five years later Shane was further refining his alighment with the Broncos and more specifically with John Elway


So it started back that far. Far enough back that the word "always" is appropriate.

When Shane turned 12 he entered the world of working in professional sports (no kidding - I thought he would get a job mowing lawns but I guess I wasn't specific enough when I suggested he find work so he could have more spending money).

When it came to sports apparel, I would steer him to the racks of team tees. Shane, finding the expensive "authentic" apparel would have none of it.

"But Dad! These are the REAL team Jerseys, just like the players wear in games!" he would exclaim.

I, in turn, would explain you could get a team tee shirt for $8.00 rather than spending $70 for the "real thing".

But Shane had a job, Shane had money of his own, Shane was dedicated to sports, and Shane saved up and purchased those "real" jerseys. Meanwhile, I kept buying the $8.00 tees.

Prior to this funeral, I've never paid more than $20 for a sports team shirt.

When Shane died and it was time to say goodbye, I decided to do it dressed in a way that would have made him smile.

I did something I would never do. I went to an "official" outlet and dropped just under 300 dollars for a pair of Denver Bronco Jerseys (one for Michelle). Not just a "real" jersey, but as Shane would have said "The best ones with the letters and names sewn on, not stenciled".

That's why the jersey.

It's about what matters to the boy. But why number 58?

The number 58 is worn by Denver Broncos outside linebacker Von Miller. Von is a graduate of Texas A&M. Von makes 1.33 million dollars a season, runs the 40 in 4.49 seconds, and Von had his father call my little boy the day Shane got home after his first chemotherapy session.

Shane was invited to "hang out" with Von and some of the other Broncos, but a few short days later Shane's colon blew out and the rest is history.

After Shane passed, another call came inviting Cassandra, Devin, my daughter, son-in-law, and Cassandra's mother up to training camp. Von met with Cassandra and Devin. He signed a jersey that he wore in a game last season and gave it to Cassandra.


Von also set Shane's family up in the VIP Accommodations for the training camp day, met with them, and gave Jack and Mandy tickets to an upcoming game.

I wear the jersey, rather than a suit, out of respect. It's about respect for my son who loves sports so much. It's about an NFL player who didn't have to do anything, but chose to show respect to my son and his family.

Been there, done that. Got the shirt.

It's the last time I'll ever attend a funeral and not wear a suit.

Friday, August 2, 2013

Making My Way Back...



In a surprise move that will ruin the "Just go to Google and search for 'Not only does he talk too much'" advice I've been giving for years, I've changed my Google profile and the name of my blog.

My little sister was keeping my 86 year old dad in the loop as Shane quickly progressed through his illness. After Shane died, my dad got confused and thought it was me.

I took a quick trip up to Gillette Wyoming to either explain the situation or REALLY freak my dad out by showing up.

While we were there, we talked about this weird "dying isn't that big of a deal" attitude that is prevelant in the Crawford line.

For my dad and me faith was not something you work at. It just is. Although I've spent countless hours debating God's existance with my intelectual but non-believing friends, in my mind, the discussion was always just rediculious. I'm perfectly willing to have the same debate about the existance of air, light or gravity and each of these discussions would be equally silly.

This faith doesn't come from my heart. Truth be told, I'm not much of a "this comes from the heart" kind of a guy. It all comes from my mind. I can't look at the obvious signs of design all around me and not have the existance of a creator be a no-brainer. Perhaps I'm morphing into a completely different post so let me realign...

So, I'm in Wyoming trying to freak out my dad by showing up and using his confusion to suggest a reserection thing.

We were talking about how Shane faced his death with wonder, anticipation, and virtually no fear. I asked my dad if that attitude was prevelant on the Crawford side or if it came exclusively from my Grandmother's father (I'll write another post about him later).

Dad assured me it was all his mom, not his father.

Thinking back on raising my kids I couldn't begin to count all the times I said "If it wasn't so perminant, I would LOVE to die and check out the other side".

I remember when my grandmother Crawford died. It wasn't this sad, everybody cries kind of a thing. She wasn't bothered that it was coming, and when it finally happened, everyone was so happy for her.

Mission accomplished.

So here we are. The boy is gone (I called him that right up to and including this year) and if you read my earlier posts, he won't have time to miss us before we start showing up. Meanwhile, the acturaial folks that are advising me on how to manage my money in retirement tell me I've probably got another 30 years down here.

Thirty years of serving the lord, helping the kids, and now (as if I needed one more thing to look forward to)...

Making my way back to Shane.