vaya con dios Gripen.
You will be missed.
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vaya con dios Gripen.
You will be missed.
Thought he was on track to lick the shit. Sucks to hear. RIP.
very sad RIP
RIP. Fuck cancer
He will be missed. Condolences to his family and friends.
Damn.
RIP brother.
Ugh. Sorry for your loss - and on a tiny, meaningless scale - ours. Never knew him personally but Gripen seemed like a good dude. Sometimes battles don't end in our favor. :(
So sorry for your loss. I met Ethan in Garmisch, Germany. Great guy.
Shred in peace, Gripen.
Fare thee well brother
I have a hard time posting on these threads nowadays. It's hard to fully express my empathy for someone I never knew outside of posts on tgr, but it saddens me deeply to know another brother of the dirt and the snow has gone down way too soon. It hurts every time I am reminded that the best ones are always taken too soon. There must be something better out there in the great beyond. Hopefully all kinds of pow turns.
So sorry for your loss.
Like some others, I thought he was getting better, this is a shocker. RIP Gripen.
I always enjoyed his posts.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
I don't know what to say here. I feel like this happened so fast.
Of all the risks we take, this type of situation is the only one I'm scared of. So unknown.
I'm so sorry.
Vibes to family and friends
Another complete stranger who is saddened by this and feels real sorrow for you and your brother who was unfairly robbed of what looked to be a wonderful life. I'm both grateful for the life I have and sorry for your deep loss.
Ouch. Vibes for your loss. Never knew him either but guy was cool as shit in this fucked up little corner of the internets.
Really sorry to hear this. RIP, Gripen!
That sucks. Vibes and blessings.
He ripped on me for shit and for something I can't remember. I most likely deserved it, but I enjoyed his comments elsewhere here.....
well, shit
+++vibes+++ I am so sorry for your loss. I did not know him in person but he seemed like a great guy. Also stoked to read his posting.
Dont know how to fully express my sympathy over the forums.
Rip in Peace brother
Aw man this sucks. Condolences to family and friends. RIP
If anyone is going to gripon wake tomorrow, head to guest services and let them know you are there for ethans memorial to get a 50 percent discounted pass. $10 no skis, sign seeing tickets avail after 2 as well
I never met him but seemed like a great dude. Life is all too fleeting sometimes. I'll be thinking about him, his friends and family tomorrow. Sound like he has some great friends and family which is something not every one has. RIP.
The whole family thanks all of you for the vibes, condolences, thoughts, and prayers. The respect which all of you have shown towards my brother is touching in ways i cannot express. I thought i knew the power of the forum community, but you have taken it to a new level. As for the family, We are all converging on Kicking Horse tomorrow for a memorial. I will be rocking his boards as a tribute as we meet up here:
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Do some of this:
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Take in the view:
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Will be alot of this
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and enjoy some of this
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Thanks again from the whole family for all your thoughts and prayers.
Viggen
Thanks for checking on this. I called yesterday to basically ask that question and didn't hear back.Quote:
Originally Posted by mntlion
Viggen - Sorry again for your loss. Just way too young...damn.
:the_finge..cancer
Ethan was a good friend of mine a few years back. Although we've drifted over the past little while I hold memories with him close to my heart. He pushed my skiing harder than anyone else ever has. He trusted in my ability more than I did myself. When I think if Ethan I think of a "warrior" . Not only did he kick the shit of of snow and dirt when he was 100%, he continued to with impaired vision and the disheartening news of cancer. His positive attitude though this process is beyond what anyone could ever expect of a human. Nothing can fill the void that this loss has created. Everyday that I'm on skis or bike I will be sure to shred at least a few moments in memory of Ethan. I remember he made comment about this community in the past and from what I understand he's been part of TGR for sometime. I know how much he's appreciated this forum so I send my love to all of you who had the opportunity to connect with him, however brief it may have been.
+vibes and peace+
I met Ethan once while skiing at KH years ago (in the early Bluehouse days I think it was). Had a quick chat on CPR ridge before skiing down. The dude could rip, no doubt about that, and was nice as could be offering to set me up to demo some skis. I always enjoyed following his posts on here about skiing, mountain biking and his battle with the evil C. I hope his family and friends find some comfort in the words fellow riders are posting here about him. Rest in peace.
Still meeting at 3:30 at eagle's eye for a rip?
Sorry for your loss - R.I.P.
Excellent service ,much loved by many. Matt his friend did excellent job
Later Ethan, was good to meet you. Give 'er up there.
Gripen will be missed, many a turn will be had in his name.
Sorry for those close to him.
I feel privileged to be a part of the memorial yesterday... thank you to everyone.
There was so much love in that room... it was truly amazing! In particular, his friend Matt's words were probably the best thing I have ever heard said at a wake/funeral/memorial... so perfectly appropriate for the man what has moved on. Your love and respect and pain were felt intensely by everyone in that room... I'm certain of it.
I really wish I got to know him better than I did, but he has clearly left his mark on me, and many others.
I will always remember you fondly, Gripen, particularly when on top of a gnarly line at Kickinghorse.
Condolences to Ethan's family and friends. RIP
So yesterday my co-worker shared this article with me. I guess her friend had passed right before Thanksgiving and their mutual friend (columnist) wrote a touching piece that was dedicated to him. I think it's a bit apropos in this case.
Thanksgiving Day and the Powerful Play
Two hours ago, as of this Wednesday night writing, the ground around my back porch was brown and bare and sere. Where only scant weeks ago there was deep color in the New Hampshire woods - an astonishing riot of maple red and oak orange and birch yellow, the likes of which I have never seen before and may never see again, because it was simply that extraordinary - there are now only the skeletal fingers of bare trees holding court over a graveyard of fallen leaves. A few studiously green pines stand the watch, as they always do, but in the main, it is the Autumnal end of things in this particular patch of this particular place.
And then, two hours ago, it began to snow. The East Coast, from the middle of Florida to the middle of Maine, is getting slapped with a good old-fashioned early-winter walloper that is going to perfectly and profoundly screw anyone looking to put the rubber to the road ahead of this Thanksgiving holiday. I feel for them, I really and sincerely do, but the branches of the cherry tree are graced with two inches of latticed snow, the forest beyond is a laden mystery of white, and all I can do is stare out the window and wonder at the exchange of one beautiful for another beautiful as the seasons change right before my eyes.
My 20-month-old daughter spent the morning banging around the house in her usual fashion, taking her shoes off and then demanding they be put back on immediately, all the while running under the floppy Hunter S. Thompson fishing hat that makes her look so much like her fly-fishing great-grandmother that my mother startles every time she sees her grandchild. My daughter categorically refuses to let this hat leave her head. She sleeps with it on, no joke. My genes are weird.
All of her wiggling stomping busybody frantic toddler mayhem stopped, like a needle jumping off a record, when she saw the snow pouring down outside. She pressed her nose to the cold windowpane of the porch door and stared, and stared, her breath fogging the reflection of her chin in the glass. She was born on April Fools Day, and was too young to appreciate her first winter - which might be for the best, as last winter was a stone bastard fully until late May - so this was her first true encompassing of what happens when the world turns white.
On Thanksgiving - weather permitting - we will bundle her up and strap her in and drive to Nelson, a couple of towns over, with a pot of buffalo chicken dip and a piping-hot pan of scalloped potatoes in the back of the car steaming up the windows and driving us mad with hunger from the smell of it all. We will be welcomed into the home of dear friends, warm ourselves by a roaring fire, swap tales of glory and madness and workaday muddling, we will lift a toast to the hosts, to family and friends, and to the glorious game of chance that brought us all together in that place. We are that lucky.
When we sit at table, there will be no place set for Pop, who has gone from us after Thanksgivings beyond memory. In Woburn, there will be no place set for my beloved friend and roommate and partner in crime, who passed last week. At tables in every city and town and village from one shore to the other, places will not be set for those who cannot sit and eat, or join in a laugh, or share a tale, or simply smile, because they are also gone from us. There will be a hole in many tables and many hearts on this Thanksgiving Day, and that is a truth of this life.
So.
Hold tight to who you have in this world, even if you're down deep in a ditch. I hope someone sets a place at table for you on Thanksgiving, but if not, remember that you're still here, and if you're here, it means matters can change for the better,because you're here. Hold tight to who you have, and tell those who are your heart you love them. Do not let the grass grow under the last conversation you had with one who is a part of who you are. I am here to tell you, from the well of my soul, that it is a savage, brutal shock to lose that chance forever.
We live in a world of shrinking margins, of narrowing visions, a world ruled and ruined by fools. This is the fact of our time, and no one is going to fix it today. Tomorrow, perhaps, but in the meantime, hold close what you hold most dear, and give thanks for the chance of that holding. If you truly appreciate what you have, no matter how mean or meager, you are doing it right. On this day of all days, remember where you came from, contemplate where you are, imagine where you can be, stand stock still a moment, and be thankful that you are here.
"That the powerful play goes on," Mr. Whitman reminds us, "and you may contribute a verse."
Contribute a verse. Because you can. Because you are here.
Happy Thanksgiving.
For Brian
Good luck viggen.
UncleScam, Thanks for the article. I very much that it is appropriate, and much appreciated, as we head into another Holiday in which many of us will be feeling a loss which occurred in the past year, this holiday more than others.Quote:
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Shorty_J & Doug, Thank you very much for coming out to the memorial and especially for introducing yourselves. Wish a few more turns could have been made together, but i think everyone had a good day none the less.
We hung a little reminder of Gripen at the top of his run, Redlight:
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Viggen - that is a very cool sign. UncleScam that is a very cool story