Thanks for the inspiration and example

I hurt my arm recently and x-rays show a potential fracture. At first I was complaining about it but not after reading more about Craig and also being reminded of the greater challenges that others have. While I need to not move/use my arm until I get the appropriate splint/cast later today (I hope), I ran across Craig's video about tying shoes with one hand, which I hadn't been able to figure out. His other videos were great as well.

I was sorry to find out that he had passed away. Just what I read about and saw of him in videos today has been inspirational and has set a great example of how to not let life's challenges get you down. Thanks, Craig!

--Gary

Forget Mike... I wanna be like Craig!!!

I don't like to dwell on the past. I am much more interested in what can happen today--- at this very moment. Whenever something inspires me, I tend to write it down. I have been slowly coming out of a major writers' block (I'm talkin' years).

Since getting to know Craig better, via the internet, I am finding myself over-flowing with inspiration. Craig you are my muse. Thank you; and thank you to all the people, places, and things that have inspired you to be the remarkable person that you were, are, and always will be! I haven't felt quite like this in far too long! May you continue to inspire the masses!!! You are an angel!

-- Jordan Hunt

Thanks for the Strength

I didn't know you too well, Craig, but I'll never forget when you shared your testimony in church. We were both in the FLSR, and you had just had the accident with the firecracker. The amazing thing is that you acted as though it was nothing. You remained happy in the face of amazing adversity, even cracking jokes about the incident. I'm sorry I didn't get to know you better, but thanks for the example of strength that you unknowingly gave me.

--Tiffany Fantasia

Perceptions of Other People

It has been incredible to get to know my brother through so many other eyes and hearts through these wonderful blogs. About a month before Craig died, we were talking about his perceptions of other people. The comment he made then has come to be one of those life changing moments for me. He said that he had found that if he assumed that everyone he met was dealing with real pain, whether emotional, mental, physical, or otherwise...he would be correct the vast majority of the time.

As I have pondered this it has made me a lot more accepting and gentle towards everyone I've come in contact with. Did the person who just cut me off on the freeway find out their brothers body had just been found, and are rushing to get there? Is the person I think is ignoring my greeting going through some heartache?

It's so amazing how far a little tenderness can go. Through everything we have been through as a family, it never ceases to astonish me how so many people have found, in quiet little ways, to comfort us. I hope that I will carry that same awareness and have the courage to reach out to others. Craig would expect no less!!!

--Joanne Decker

Cavatina

I heard a song today that reminded me of Craig, and so I thought I’d share this short memory with his family. He and I shared a room last summer. I played him a song once by Beethoven (called the cavatina) and he really loved it. I told Craig that Beethoven had been deaf for twenty years when he wrote it. He said that if a deaf man could write something so beautiful, then how hard could opening a can with one hand be? Well, he didn’t have a computer at the time, so he’d log onto mine and loop this song by Beethoven and play it over and over for like four or five hours at a time. Then he’d play it all night long while we were sleeping, for the whole summer. I could tell that there was more to Craig than just energy and optimism (although he showed more of both in one summer then I ever will be able to). He was also a very smart guy with a lot of interests and a huge capacity. Someone to be proud of. God bless him and his family.

--Peter

Birthday Poem

I thought I had found all of my letters from Craig, but packing for my move to New York today I found a poem and note Craig had written for me on my 21st birthday, right after he got back from his mission. The poem is dated March 20, 2004.

I remember I was home from college for the weekend, and Rebekka and I were up late that Sunday night sitting in our living room when we heard a knock on the door and we opened it to find a rock and underneath the rock, two pieces of lined notebook paper with a red bow on top. Curious, I took it inside and opened it up and it was a beautiful poem Craig had written for me and a personal note. I won't share the poem here on the blog-- it's... for me... :) ... but I remember now how happy I felt that night reading the poem and how bright it made my birthday that year. I liked the poem enough to pack it to California! And now I'll take it with me to New York as a permanent part of my personal records.

--Reija Matheson

Link to Photos

Here is a link to some pictures I took at the funeral
http://s263.photobucket.com/albums/ii142/mjeror/Craig%20Decker%20Funeral/

--Melissa Eror

He made my son's day.

Dear Family and Friends of Craig, I just wanted you to know what a wonderful man Craig is. My son and I met him at Dr. Hansen office during our care after a major car wreck. Craig would play and entertain my son while I was with the doctor each day. He also would share with me what day it was off his girl friends calendar - like rainbow day, and cowboy day. He always was so kind. I am so sorry for your loss. I understand the loss of losing someone you love. My dear husband passed away just over a year ago. My the Lord bless your home each day and my Craig be with you in your times of needs. I also want to tell you that I know that God is even more alive then I did before losing my husband. Your family will be blessed in many ways because of the life that Craig lived and shared. May the Lord be with you and your family in you time of need.

--Terri Moser

One of a kind!

I lived with Craig at the Foreign Language Housing and when I met him I knew he was different. He was very polite, smart, motivated and always cheering everybody up. I will remember him as the guy who is always ready to serve no matter how much stuff he has to do. He also dated my home-teachee and that taught me how well he always treated everyone, whether or not they were close to him. I'll miss seeing him everyday on my way to work or a meeting and taking some time off my busy day to chat. You'll be missed buddy!

--Fritz Abélard

Optimistic

Craig was ALWAYS optimistic. I think it was something that made him, who he was all together. He could look at the positive in any situation, even if there was none to be found....he always found the impossible to be possible. I remember one time, I wasn't having the greatest day and it was during our lovely "hell" week in band and it was actually my birthday as well. He came over to me while I was putting my clarinet away at the end of the day and he put an arm around me and told me that he appreciated me so much and for all of the energy I had put into my performance that day. I had done each push-up faster than ever and I was always running to my spot, trying to beat my friends to theirs. He told me he appreciated me picking up chips at the end, while a lot of people ran off to go home.

Even though, what he said may have been nothing to him, it meant everything to me. He made my birthday that year and I will never forget it. He honestly was amazing and he will always be remembered for his optimism and encouragement that he gave me so often while I was able to get to know him. I was so fortunate to know him for the time that I did. He was a great friend and an awesome example. A perfect mix of what someone could be. You will be missed dearly Craig. You were an inspiration to us all and will always be to me. Thank you.

--Julie Van Schelt

A Little Peace

So I hadn't known Craig long when I'd heard the news of what happened, we were co-workers and he'd just started in June. I don't have any specific memory of Craig that I'd like to share here, because I didn't know him that well. If only I'd been so lucky! But when I found the website I started reading the different stories about him, and then I saw that list of his personal goals in his obituary. The more and more I find out about Craig, the more I realize what an awesome person I knew.

Although he is gone, I feel like he's doing a lot for everyone still--something it seems like he was always doing anyway. I am so grateful to him because I've been motivated, because of his example, to examine my life, fix it up, and get in back on the path to eternal, real, joy. There aren't a whole lot of specifics for that, but right now I am just feeling so grateful for him, the person he is, and what he's helping me to become. I guess that's weird coming from someone that was a bit of a stranger, but the Lord does work in mysterious ways. :) I am so grateful for the little bit of peace I have in my life now, and the hope I have that the future will be even better. Craig is helping me do that.

--Erin Abbott

Outlook on Life

I just wanted to share a quick memory of Craig. I only met Craig one time, but I was so impressed with his amazing personality. Not too long after he lost his hand because of a firework accident, a large group of us were eating at a pizza place by BYU. Somehow, we got on the subject of what happened to his hand. He explained that he lost it in a firework accident and then he paused for a second, looked up, and said, "you could say we had a blast!" We didn't get the joke for a second, but then everyone cracked up. He just had a great outlook on such a tragic event, and a great outlook on life.

--Anonymous

A Friend from the get go.

Craig was my EFY counselor for the first year that I went. One night I was in need of help with understanding a scripture that I came across. Craig, being completely willing to help anybody at anytime in any place, was more than willing to help me out even though we were much past curfew. We sat down and he began to teach me. We talked for much longer than I expected to and I felt bad for keeping Craig up. But the entire time, Craig was smiling and showing me other scriptures and helped me to not only gain an understanding of the scripture but he also, and more importantly, taught me what Christ-like love and charity was all about. He sacrificed a solid hour of sleep and that made a world of difference to me.

A few years later I had run into Mindy, I think is her name, who was the girl counselor during the EFY, in which Craig was my counselor. She told me what happened to Craig's hand and how he took it. She said that he had such an optimistic perspective on it. I roughly quote, "He told me that he was glad it was him because it could have happened to anybody, and he would have rather it happened to him than to a child, or anyone else for that matter." I will never forget Craig and how much of a positive influence he was to me, although I only got to know him for a week. I am sure he is continuing to spread joy into the lives of others beyond the veil. Thank you for raising such an amazing son. He truly did make a difference in my life.

--Alex Theobald

A Reason to Smile

I have many memories of Craig. We met while working EFY one summer. He had such a light and glow about him. Craig was always smiling and I remember how the youth just loved him. He was so fun to be around and made you feel so important. He always listened to what anybody had to say and he was always finding ways to compliment people.

It is hard to share just one memory, but the one that comes to mind is when I was working the night shift at Utah Valley Medical Center. I was doing double work duty: EFY by day and hospital by night. Craig decided to come visit me at the hospital late in the night and brought me flowers. He was so cheery and bright and it made my exhausting day so much better. Craig always found a reason to smile and always found a way to serve others. Even after the accident with his hand and the other things he struggled with, nothing was going to stand in his way from enjoying life and helping others enjoy life as well. He truly emulated the Christ-like life as other have said. Craig was a wonderful person and I am sure he is continuing to be that on the other side.

--Connie (Galeria) Taylor

Vive la Vida!

Craig Decker is one of my best friends. It is difficult to know what to say given the many memories I have of him. I will never forget him nor the good times we had together. We could talk about anything and I always enjoyed being able to exchange insights and ideas with him. It still seems unreal that I can’t just call him up and ask him what it’s like on the other side. I’m sure he has some pretty good jokes that he’s looking forward to telling me and I have some for him too. I look forward to being able to hang out with him again someday.




On my birthday this past year (February 19, 2008) Craig made me a birthday card that included a long list of things we did or inside jokes we had. I saved the card and I wish to share it with all of you. I know you won’t understand everything on the card, but I thought it would help to illustrate the type of person that Craig was. I’d like to share a few of the memories from this card:

“Magic in the Kitchen” refers to a time when we taught a cooking class at Macey’s grocery store. Craig taught many of these classes and it just so happened that one time he roped me into doing one with him. It was a lot of fun. Craig posed as a magician and I got to be his lovely assistant. Not only did Craig work his magic to make delicious food, but he also performed many mystifying tricks throughout the class.

“Jello Surprise” refers to a special Jello dessert we invented one Super Bowl Sunday. It is made with Jello, Mountain Dew, Pop Rocks, and a few other secret ingredients. Whenever girls invited us over for dinner we would make it as a dessert. We thought it was amazing, but no one else really seemed to enjoy it as much as we did. I still think that Craig and I must just have an extra refined sense of taste. There is no other explanation.

“Two trees and a hammock” refers to a Halloween costume we came up with one year. We wore brown pants and green shirts, dyed our hair green, and made crowns out of branches and leaves. We then tied a hammock between us. That way we looked like two trees and a hammock! We had a blast party hopping that night. I think we went to seven different Halloween parties that night. We let people sit in our hammock and we’d give them a little ride.

“Just Married at IN-N-OUT” has to be my favorite. Craig and I have another best friend named Mark Hendricks. He got married a few years ago to a girl from Arizona. As his best men, Craig and I went down for the wedding. The whole trip was a blast. It was great for the three of us to be able to spend time together before Mark went off to marriage land. Since Mark and his wife were flying out to Lake Tahoe for their honeymoon, they didn’t have a car. Mark asked Craig and I to chauffeur them to the hotel in Craig’s little green car following the reception. We decorate the car so it would be appropriate for the wedding drive, and after the reception we had a nice little drive together. Now Craig and I both love In-n-Out burger and since we are both Utah boys we rarely get to eat it. After dropping the lovers off at the hotel we headed straight for the nearest In-n-Out. The place was packed in the way that only an In-n-Out burger can be. As we got out of the car we noticed many people pointing at us and laughing, others had a look shock or horror on their faces, and some even offered their congratulations. We then realized how we looked--the two of us, both wearing tuxedos, just emerged from a car with a big “Just Married” on the back. We laughed for a long time about that.

I am going to miss Craig. A guy couldn’t have asked for a better friend. I hope we can all remember him and the great life he lived. Craig wasn’t perfect. He had many faults. We all do. But even so, he was a great example. The way he never gave up when he fell was something that made him so admirable. He always chose to look at the bright side of things. He chose to be happy. We can’t always choose our circumstances, but we can choose how we will respond to them. No one understood that better than Craig.

I pray for peace to be with each of you during this difficult time. Know that God lives and that his Son Jesus Christ is our Savior. As long as we trust in them, we have nothing to fear. Each one of us can look forward to many more great times with our beloved friend and brother, Craig Decker. Until then, goodbye my friend.

--Abe Niederhauser

Positive Energy

To the family of an inspirational, beautifully kind individual- I only knew Craig through his youtube videos, but you can feel what a positive, fun, and loving person he was. He encouraged others to never give up, that you can always find a way to do something when you have a good attitude and a creative mind. I send my love and strength, he is a rare gift.

--Anonymous

I thank you God for most this amazing

Back in the day, high school sometime, somewhere Craig said words that changed things for me. I remember these words as a comment during seminary class, but I can't remember for sure. Maybe Craig was in my seminary class 1st semester of senior year? Perhaps it was at church. There were so many comments about God from Craig that they bleed together, but this one was not to me alone. It was to a class of people, but it touched my heart all the same.

Craig walked to school often (I can still picture him coming in to the band room, frosty cheeked, in the mornings with his trumpet). He shared with the class how when he walked to school he tried to use the time to pray to God, and specifically to thank God for all the beautiful things that he saw and experienced. His walking prayers, he said, were ones of gratitude, of quiet contemplation about the wonder of the world. It seemed so Craig-ish at the time, that I thought certainly he couldn't be making it up, that it must actually be so. I walked sometimes those days, and decided in my heart that I would try to do as Craig did. I wasn't very successful at first, but as I walked for three years in college to school and back and two years of graduate school

I have over the years remembered Craig's words and tried to develop the same habit. Inasmuch as I have been successful, I have experienced a love for the Lord's world in the ordinary places I pass each day, and have been able to observe the small changes in season and place as gifts from God. This past year as a high school teacher I have tried to use my morning commuting time to think about individual students who are struggling and what I can do to help them. Often these thoughts turn into prayers, conversations with God about what can be done-- and I try to remember these prayers to be ones of gratitude as well as pleading. I try to express gratitude for how beautiful the sun is, rising over the San Francisco Bay, bright orange these days with the smoke from the California fires. Thanks for the comment, Craig.

--Reija Matheson

From a Mothers Perspective

I was fortunate to be in the Bishopric of the BYU 94th ward during the spring semester and Craig was the activities co-chair. I was able to talk with him often and was able to have him to our house with a group of students. After the wonderful evening my wife made the following comment about Craig, after having him at our house. "I wish we had another daughter." I cannot think of a better tribute than that to a wonderful person who touched us all in such a short period of time.

--Brent Jones

Greenie

I lived with Craig during his first 4-6 months in the mission field. I trained his MTC companion, and along with Leandro Curaba (Rosario, Argentina), the four of us lived together. From the first time I was introduced to Craig I could sense that he had a zeal and exuberance for life. He loved being a missionary and sharing the light he had been given with others. I respected Craig because he would not hesitate to go above and beyond in an effort to do what he knew to be right.

The last time I saw Craig he was walking on the South side of BYU campus. He had recently returned home from his mission and was studying. I never doubted he would go far in this life or merit the respect and remembrance that this site allows for. I wish him well in his new endeavors and look forward to seeing him again. ...Whatever the relation those who have passed on have with those of us still here, it is a comfort to know that there are good people you know on the other side to cheer you on rally for your cause.

--Kyle Muir

Friend

Craig was a wonderful friend and he made people feel the love of our Savior and he will be missed. Love you Craig

--Mary Hendryx

My EFY Counsler

Craig was always so positive with everything that he did!! :) I looked up to him a lot seeing his disability and seeing how it didn't affect him in the negative!! He was a really funny guy!! although i only new him a week i will never forget him!!!

--Caitlyn Muhlestein

The Bus

Honestly, I didn't know Craig very well. But the few and short little encounters I did have with him stuck in my memory. Every BYU student at one point or another feels very alone. I was feeling this way, and as I was walking to the bus stop, Craig came up to me, and talked to me. He asked me questions and seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. It meant something to me, and I remember thinking that this guy was different than everyone else.

Some people have quite a bright light around them, and Craig was one of them. Whenever I saw him from then on I, he made me smile by simply saying hi. I doubt he knew the influence he seemed to have around everyone. I can't imagine the pain and the loss of losing him, and I want to tell his family that I offer my sympathies and prayers that they may receive the comfort they need during this difficult time.

--Cyrena Fifield

The Yellow Jacket

During the last week I have thought of a lot of memories of Craig. I could share the story of how I out-ate him in a cheeseburger eating contest, or how we had a testimony meeting on a date because of Craig's pre-mission zeal, but I would rather share the memory of Craig's yellow jacket.

In high school Craig had a yellow jacket that he wore (as I remember) quite regularly. The jacket looked a little like something that might have been worn by someone's Mom in the 70's- (and it probably was); however, it fit Craig's personality well, and it definitely did not diminish the number of girls attracted to Craig.

One day Craig's senior year I came to band (I think, right before a competition) and Craig had done the unthinkable!! He had cut up his favorite yellow jacket to give each member of the band a piece of it as a good luck token. I was shocked! How could Craig cut up his favorite yellow jacket, (his women-wooing trade mark), just like that? I kept that little piece of yellow jacket in my band uniform for the entire year (I was lucky enough to get a section of the jacket with a yellow button!) and beyond. I am sure that it brought us all good luck to know that one our leaders would be willing to part with something he valued because he wanted to show that he cared.

--Jenny

We could hold hands

Craig and his friends from that place "down there" had come to my work. (I work in a restaurant, so this was nothing unusual.) I went over to visit with some trepidation. It was just a few months after he had lost his hand and I wasn't sure how he was coping. Craig and Jacey told me of their plan to get the band back together for dinner with Mrs. Leyva. Kind of a more intimate high school reunion. He told me to bring whoever I was dating. I laughed and informed him you had to be dating someone to bring them along. Well, I was certainly not one to let the opportune moment of asking him who he was dating pass by, there was at least one girl sitting at the table with rapt attention on Craig. (Yes all who know him know that girls, and I really do mean several, follow him around waiting for him to utter those three little words.) He let it be known that he would going single also. Then came his great idea, we could go together, we could even hold hands but he only had one if that was okay. At that point I knew he was not just okay with losing his hand but that he was still himself. He hadn't become bitter. And we really did hold hands. A few weeks later the bands table was called, we held hands to the table, he even pulled out my chair, but he didn't buy dinner.

--

Just 5 Minutes

Specific memories are usually harder for me to recall about anybody, but to me Craig was that guy who could always make you smile and laugh because of how happy and hilarious he always was. No matter how crappy your day was, 5 minutes of being in his presence made your day the best day of your life. I hope I never forget that and live up to his legacy!

--Kathy Carlston

Honored Friend

First my heart goes out to Craig's family. He was such a wonderful spirit and I will miss him dearly. I first met Craig in middle school but we really became good friends during high school. I was one of the collection of band geeks that did marching band with Craig. Most memories I have of Craig our similar to what has already been written. He was someone I could always talk to when I was having a problem or a bad day. I have many found memories of talking with Craig and we'd share what we were going through at the time.

After high school we would catch up every once in a while. My favorite time was when I first saw him after his mission. We were both doing EFY together and I remember during one of our breaks taking a couple of hours and catching up on what happened over the past years. It was wonderful to see the love for the Lord he had and that he was still the same old Craig. I was later amazed in January when I found out about his hand. I was not surprised to find him using it later as an opportunity to do greater good for others and knowing that the challenge only made him better.

I think what I will always remember about Craig, besides his constant smile, was his genuine love and kindness toward everyone. He was such a great example and I will greatly miss him. Today at church I was thinking of Craig and what I would write about him. The hymn "God Be With You Tell We Meet Again" came to mind. I felt at peace knowing that I would someday see my friend again and that I knew he was doing a greater work at this time. I know I will see him again and until then may God be with him.

--Erin Dearing-McGillic

First Impressions

The first time I met Craig was shortly after I moved to West Jordan, in the middle of my sophomore year of high school (Craig's Junior year). Since I was a new student in the band, Mrs. Leyva, the band director, invited me to come to her office during lunch so we could get to know each other. This was my first experience eating lunch in the alcove outside the band office with the 'true band geeks'. I don't remember who else was there, or what we talked about, but I have never forgotten Craig's entrance. I think he had just come from an encounter with a girl. He walked in all excited and said, "Guys, I just figured something out! If you think about what you're going to say before you say it, you don't end up saying something stupid!" It was his enthusiasm, more than the genius of the statement, that made it memorable. I think he was genuinely excited about his new revelation! I remember thinking, this guy is weird... I like him!

--Tamra Evans

Too many to count!!

OH WHERE TO BEGIN!! There are just so many fun and random memories! I guess I could start at the beginning...As Julie Andrews would say, that's a very good place to start.

I met Craig in 4th grade (if my memory is, in fact, correct). He was new in my ALPS class at Westland Elementary. I was pretty certain he was going to sit next to me since there was an open desk just waitin' to be filled! Keep in mind I was a ridiculously introverted and socially awkward child (I know, you wouldn't believe it now)! Anyway, Ms. Sato (I think that was the teacher's name) introduced him and directed him to the seat near me. I glanced at him, smiled, looked back at my desk and Craig said, "Hey, I like your overalls!" Pretty sure I turned 27 shades of red and didn't speak to him for the rest of the day. No worries though, eventually the ice was broken and I was able to act as normal as I was capable...eventually...

To kind of continue the story from my awkward elementary days, I later recognized Craig in the halls of West Jordan High School. I gathered all the courage I had and went up to him to see if he'd remember me. He did! I was pretty ecstatic since I hadn't seen a fellow ALPS kid in quite awhile. Funny thing was, once we got to talking, he brought up the overalls. How awesome to remember somethin' like that?

Another random memory was in high school. A bunch of my friends and I decided we would get together and ask a bunch of guys to go with us rather than just ONE date. Two of our "dates" were Kevin and Craig. We went to this park and were going absolutely crazy on a tire swing; there were like eight of us piled on while a bunch of other people pushed us around as hard as they could.

My final encounter with Craig was actually just a few weeks ago. My husband and I were driving from our home in St. George to Duchesne to visit some friends. We got off I-15 at the University exit in Provo on accident (there's an Orem exit with a far more direct route), but just considered it a slight detour...we were on our "detour," I was just lookin' out the window when I saw a guy standin' at a bus stop! I focused a little harder and realized (pretty sure anyway) that it was Craig (I figured my odds were pretty good since the hook kinda gave it away). As soon as we reached our destination, I immediately signed in to Facebook to ask Craig if I had, in fact, seen him in Provo and his response was, "You have a keen eye for pedestrians, my friend!" It made me smile.

--Aliese (Chipman) Fry

To The Sisters and Sweetheart of Craig:

I know Craig lives on now! How blessed we are to know that! I love Him and His example. Thank You for helping to build Craig up and those around You. Your light of love shone through Craig to bless my life with His example! Thank You and God bless You all with comfort! Take hold of the promise of Comfort given on the sermon on the Mount! Though I have never met You, I want You all to be comforted and know I love You as does the Lord. You will be blessed exceedingly for Your faithfulness and righteousness! Keep it up! Remember, the Lord has a plan specifically for You and Your happiness-remember that!

Love, Your Brother,

--Alex Balinski

A shared e-mail from the elms...

I sent this e-mail to Bishop Klein... I am so sorry to say that I just heard about Craig Decker today and I am assuming that you went to his funeral or the viewing. I was so blessed to know him and honestly to be in the ward with him. The elms was an amazing place for me to live at and I am so lucky to have lived with the ward family. Even though his death was horrible the Lords knows his plan and it was actually very good for me to read the blog and play the "remembering" game from other people who posted on the blog. To see names and maiden names of past ward members was so great. I hope Craig is looking down on all of us and realizing what a great thing he has done to bring together an old "ward family" like he did. Craig was a great friend and really knew how to lift up a person in need of a smile - like he did for me on so many times. Love always

--Tiffany Strong (Rust)

The State Champion

I just wrote a post about how Craig was a State Champion Diplomat. This made me recall that he was quite the State Champion. Our Senior year, he was in the State Champion Jazz Band (I think we can say that, since we won the sight-reading award, almost swept the soloist awards, and got straight superiors. So even though there was no official title, I think it's rather clear!), one of the top choirs in the state, the State Champion Pep Band (again, if our basketball team got the state championship, doesn't that make us the state champion pep band? I say yes), was named the best Drum Major at at least some of the competitions we went to as a Marching Band, and we did pretty darn well as a Marching Band that year, under his leadership, too! There's probably others I don't even know about. Who knows but that he was tasting milk and identifying the cows that got into the onion patch at FFA meetings. Wouldn't surprise me. Craig was quite the Champion.

--Rebekka Matheson

The State Champion Diplomat

Craig did so many things that some of his involvement that other people would splatter across their resumes gets kind of lost-- no doubt that's also because Craig wasn't the type to advertise his myriad successes. For example, Craig was a State Champion Diplomat. It's true, officially true! He was my partner for a couple of Model United Nations Conferences, including the Utah State Model United Nations meeting at the University of Utah our senior year.

Craig and I were partners representing the United Kingdom in the Disarmament Committee. The "Big Five" countries with veto power (US, UK, Russia, China, France) are assigned to the most high-powered teams in the state. That means we were competing against/working with people who had done MUN for six years, had gone to national conferences, and pretty much did little else besides foreign policy. It was Craig's very first conference, just attending for fun and a new experience, and representing an 'allied' state was NOT my specialty.

I learned an important lesson that conference, though. Amidst the political machinations that MUN seemed to be all about, and the little secrecies and negotiations and shifting allegiances, Craig quickly rose to the top of the committee instead by just being so nice, charismatic, and consistent. On that very first time, he showed us what MUN was supposed to be about-- diplomacy. He had this amazing, inherent skill for diplomacy. At one point an issue came to the vote that the UK would have abstained on. When it was our turn to voice our vote, Craig said in a perfectly gentlemanly way, "The United Kingdom courteously abstains." Soon the whole committee was working with us; I overheard the "US Delegate" saying that they would just do whatever "The UK" did first. Craig was that brilliant. We won the Outstanding Delegation award at that Conference. Probably nobody knows that he did that-- that out of hundreds and hundreds of people at that conference, Craig Decker was a State Champion Diplomat. But he was.

--Rebekka Matheson

A Stalwart Example

One of my favorite memories involving Craig was during a sacrament meeting last year at Foreign Language Housing. Someone was receiving a calling and Craig raised his left hand to sustain him. A high councilman who was sitting in the congregation made a snark comment under his breath--something about, "Who does he think he is raising the wrong hand like that?" A friend from the ward turned to him quickly and said, "He doesn't have a right hand sir." Silence. Craig made his situation work--no matter how tough--he said it best in his own words when he wrote, "I will not be a victim, ever." And that is the most important lesson Craig taught me: to not victimize myself.

I am grateful for his stalwart example and for the role he played in my life. While I complain far more than I should, and sometimes whine when I shouldn't, I have caught myself thinking at times that I am grateful I still have all my limbs and muscles--even if they hurt sometimes. More importantly than Craig not having a hand was the way he made do without it. I have no doubt that he was ready to let the Atonement work for him when he drowned last Saturday--in so many ways he already has.

Thanks for everything, Craig. I'm glad you have your hand again...but I know you would have been a great chiropractor without it.

--Missy Johnson

"Strobe light dancing"

I have so many memories of Craig, but there are two stories that stick out in my head. As many band members knew, I had the biggest crush on Craig my sophomore year. I remember one day when Craig needed a ride home. Since I was only a sophomore, I wasn’t allowed to park in the school parking lot and I had parked across the street in a neighborhood. I was thinking to myself, “What a great day for Craig to ask me to take him home!”

My dad had let me borrow his brand new truck that day and I thought I looked pretty cool driving it. As we got in, all buckled up and ready to go, I thought I would be cool by stepping on the gas pretty hard and driving away with power!! I put the truck in gear and slammed the petal down. Little did I realize that I was in reverse. My truck flew backwards up on to someone’s lawn, missing the mail box by inches. I was so extremely embarrassed. I thought I had blown all chances with Craig! But of course he was as sweet as ever and helped me to laugh it off.

On a different occasion, Craig had organized a group date to get together and dance. I went with Craig, and there were other couples from band there too. The night started out with some ballroom and swing dancing, just casual and fun. Well, Craig got this awesome idea to “dance with a strobe light”. So we turned all the lights off in the church gym, and he turned the strobe light on. I have to admit it did look pretty cool. Then he got even more creative and suggested that I do a running jump into his arms, just like the professional dancers do. So I went back about ten feet, he counted to 3, and I ran to jump in his arms. Well, strobe lights tend to distort your perception, and when I thought I was close to Craig, I jumped, he reached out, and we missed each other by a good four feet!!! HAHA I was on the ground laughing so hard, and of course Craig was so sorry. It was a good idea, but I don’t recommend jumps and lifts in “strobe light dancing”. ; ) Love you Craig! You will be missed.

--Amber Haycock

Craig and the old man

Craig was made an elder in February of 2001. My family was able to share this moment with the Deckers. On that Sunday, we found ourselves together in Kevin Denning's cramped office with the several of us Mathesons and Deckers having to stand about for lack of room and chairs. But it felt very homey to me and a little bit like everybody there was family. Several of us commented on that, I think. I was there to be made a high priest, and Craig, of course, an Elder. What was special to me was to have Craig's father Lyle ordain me to be a High Priest. I have always had a very high regard for Lyle, and the way he has treated his family. So he ordained me, and then made Craig an elder. I am not flowery enough to express what sort of camaraderie I felt with Craig and his family but I can note this, that in this same special meeting that Craig became a man, I set apart and ordained an old man.

--Craig and the old man

Mrs. Brown, You've got a lovely daughter

For the years that my daughters shared school with Craig, there was a running agreement between my daughters and their mother that when then finally had a boy of interest they would send him to our doorstep to sing, "Mrs. Brown, you've got a lovely daughter". To which cue, my wife would then invite the boy in with the phrase, "Come in and have a cookie". We waited a long time.

Eventually, with Reija headed out to Stanford, the girls decided their mother needed some encouragement, so they roped Craig and Mark Hendricks into coming over and singing the song to their mother - Which they did. There was a knock on the door, and when Jolene answered the door, the two broke out in song. Unfortunately, the boys had never heard the song, and didn't know about the rock-lilt that it was supposed to have a la, Herman's Hermits, and so it took Jolene a great while to recognize the song. Nevertheless, she remembered in time, to ask the boys to come in for cookies when they were done.

I suppose that 95 percent of the blog readers have no clue as to what the song is supposed to sound like, any more than Craig did - so just imagine Craig singing a U2 song, like "Meet Virginia", or "Drops of Jupiter" by Train, as if it were church hymn, and you'll get an idea of what it sounded like. It was, however, such a jolly thing, that we, as parents, have since arranged to have groups of boys show up at Reija and Rebekka's respective birthdays to sing the song to them. We have, however, in light of Craig initials somber and earnest rendition of the song, we have prepared the singers by sending them an mp3 of the Herman's Hermits original.

--Phil Matheson

My Wonderful Choir Buddy- I love You!

The first time I met Craig was in a BYU Choir during the summer of 2007. We sat next to each other for most of the spring term. Every day I found my day to be a little brighter after being with Craig.

I remember when I found out he lost his hand, I asked him how it happened, and he replied with all of these funny stories of how it happened- touching sample food in the middle east, swimming near sharks, and then finally the actual story- playing with fireworks. I could tell he loved to make me and others smile. I am so impressed with Craig's optimism. It seemed that what would hurt most people's esteem (losing a hand) buoyed up Craig's esteem. I love Craig, he is a great friend! I know I will see Him again. Craig is so kind to me.

I was so impressed with him when I met him that I greatly desired to produce a 3-5 minute BYU Weekly (BYU-TV and KBYU) story about him and how he handles his trial SO well- excellently! I unfortunately missed the chance to do so, since he has passed to the other side.

I love Craig! Knowing Him and knowing that it will be a while before I may see Him brings me tearful gratitude for His life, my life and for the plan of salvation. I know 100% that Craig is alive in paradise! I know it just as I know the sun exists! I know it by much more powerful senses than the senses by which I know the sun exists. The Spirit taught me and showed me the truth of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I rejoice in Craig's goodness! He made it to the end of this mortal probation, and made it triumphantly!

Since He may be able to know what I am saying about him now, I would like to say to Him: I love You Brother! Thank You for touching my life and helping me to become a better person! Life is so beautiful and many times times you added to the beauty of my life by taking pictures on our hike up squaw peak and talking with me after choir. Thank You for being faithful to the Lord! I love You and I love Your family! Your parents are doing a remarkable job! You motivate me to help others!

--Alex Balinski

Next Time I Go Skiing, I'm Gonna Learn How To Stop

The week after Craig got home from Argentina he and Dave and Lynn took me skiing for my first time. When we got there Craig helped me suit up and then took me to the bunny slopes. I was totally intimidated by all the 3 yr olds cruising around, but luckily gravity did its thing and going down was pretty easy. After doing the bunny hill three times Craig decided it was time for me to take on the big mountain. He said: Jumping in is the only way to learn! And he looked so earnest that I decided to go along.

When we got to the top and I looked down for the first time I thought certainly I would die that day. No one had taught me how to stop! As we started going down the hill, I'd go until I was going too fast to control my direction, and then I would just fall over on purpose and everything would go flying-- me, my poles, my skis... and there I was spread out all over the mountain. Two seconds later there would be Craig, fetching my poles, picking me up, wiping snow out of my eyes, and telling me what a great job I was doing-- only to repeat the whole process about twenty seconds of skiing later. Towards the bottom I would go hurtling away to the end and there I'd wait for Craig to catch me, coming down gracefully.

As we rode the lift together, I was surprised how little it mattered he had spent the last two years on another continent with another language and I was contemplating a Ph.D. in Boston, it was so natural to be spending time with him. We went down the mountain four more times, each time the same. I never did learn how to stop and poor Craig didn't get a single good run in himself but he never complained.

He took genuine pleasure in helping and encouraging me... and he did get a good work out. On the way home, we stopped and bought bread and cheese and sausage and ate it in big hunks using a penknife and our hands-- which was surprisingly satisfying. What a happy lovely day with the Decker boys. I'd do anything for the first time with Craig beside me-- pushing me along before telling me how to stop.

--Reija Matheson

From a Roommate in the Spanish House

The very first day I met Craig was when he came to an apartment in the Foreign Language Student Residence (FLSR). It was in the Spanish house, I was the Resident Facilitator and he would be one of my roommates. I shook hands with him, I felt a big and firm hand, but I felt something strange about that hand shake; I shake hands mostly every day, but that one had been a particular one.

He introduced himself and I showed him around a little, then he went on a vacation trip and came back, this time without his right hand. I admit that, to a certain extent and degree, it made me feel perplexed because of his good attitude regarding his loss. He just had lost his hand and he was studying to become chiropractic. I wondered: does he really know that he just lost his hand and has to change his major and life plans? Is this going to be just a temporary positive attitude?

I need to declare publicly that in my time as his roommate, I saw him with a very jovial and cheerful attitude towards his loss. I saw him maybe a very limited couple of times sitting in the couch in silence taking his hand therapy; a couple of moments for him for meditation and serenity. It was peculiar and strange seen him in a different aspect, although still admirable; a humbling experience for those who
have two hands and sometimes can't see the greatness of life and work it out for good. Craig did it with one hand.

During the time he lived in the Spanish house, he fulfilled his duties with the house and brought happy moments to those around him. He cooked for us, helped us in what he could and dated many of the girls in the residence. I helped him with his Spanish, which I can say it was one of the best Spanish speakers in the house at that time. When I made corrections in the language, he listened and learned; the major
reward for an instructor.

Interesting is to say that even though I lived with him, I really didn't know him as much as those who kept his pace. Sometimes most of the things we know of those around us are confined by our own routines. We may think we know what they like and don't like, what they do and don't do, just the simple things like that. It is important to consider that sometimes we need to take a moment to really get to know each other and see that beyond a good smile, beyond the enthusiasm, beyond a lack of a right hand, cheerful attitudes, positive comments, there is a spirit that thinks, feels, dreams,
believes, and in one word is. Beyond the limits we call death, pain and sorrow, such spirit and soul with all his awareness, nature, charisma, knowledge and personal attributes will continue and persevere with resurrection, delight and joy. That is and will be the real worth and value of Craig Decker. For those who struggle because
of his departure, may God give you comfort and strength until the words of the well-known hymn be fulfilled… "God be with you till we meet again."

--Jesús Rosas, Ex-roommate in the Spanish House

Warm Memories

First to the Decker Family let me extend my love and support to you in your time of sorrow. I would like to share one memory that has always just stuck out in my mind about Craig and that is when he helped me pass my Spanish class. I was having the hardest time in that class I couldn't remember a single thing, I was to the point that I wanted to drop the class I was so upset at the whole thing. One day I shut myself into one of the practice rooms in the WJHS bandroom and cried till their was nothing left in me.

Well it was just my luck that Craig happened to be walking buy looking for a room to practice in and he saw me, he very calmly knocked on the door and asked if he could come in I said yeah I was getting ready to leave anyway he told me to stay and asked my what was wrong so I told him my whole sob story. He told me not to worry and also that I couldn't drop the class because I was going to pass because he was going to help me and he did and I still say to this day it was because of him that I passed that class with an "A" when I showed him my report card he gave me his signature high five and the biggest hug ever. So I just want to say THANK YOU Craig for not letting me give up on myself. We will miss you!

--Alyssa Sanders (Edwards)

School

I met Craig in Middle school band class. We remained friends all the way through High school. As I recall he always had that goofy smile on his face that cheered you up whenever you felt down. But the thing I remember most about him is his positive attitude. And how he always inspired others to do better. And he was always willing to lend a helping hand.

--Ryan Copier

This Moment Is Special

What I loved about Craig was his ability to make you feel special when you were with him, that his time with you was special to him. During our first date Craig asked me if I would like to hold his hand, before I could respond he had thrown his hook at me, I still have a grease stain on that shirt from the joint of the hook. But as I held his hook, not him, I couldn't help but laugh at him. He then looked at me holding back a smile and said "This moment is special." I don't know if I have a memory of Craig that didn't involve laughter and his ability to put you at ease. So thank you Craig, for letting me hold, ....your hook? If only for a moment.

--LoriAnn

Families are Forever

Decker family,

Your family and the memory of Craig is in our thoughts and prayers. We love you guys and are here to lend a helping hand anytime needed. We are sorry for your lose and know Heavenly Father is taking care of Craig.

With much love,

The Ouimette Family

--Frank, Tania, Raychel, Christopher and Elizabeth Ouimette

Touched by the spirit...

I received an email this morning from a dear friend of mine that lives in West Jordan, Utah. Her family has several connections with the Decker family, and she shared with me the website that was started in memory of Craig.

I was truly touched and moved by the spirit as I read each blog posted on the site. What a wonderful tribute to a man who lived his life being a Christ-like example to all of those around him, and truly a shining light for our Father in Heaven. I was brought to tears several times while reading stories from those that knew him best. I think that we all can only hope to be blessed with a friend like Craig in our lives.

Although I did not have the opportunity to know Craig in this life, I have a great appreciation for the work that he has moved on to do. Our Heavenly Father has called Craig home to assist in the work needing to be done on the other side. That work means a great deal to me in my life as I was the first to join the church in my family, and at this time, I am the only active member.

As I have done research into my family history, and prepared names to be taken to the temple, I have thought frequently of those that Heavenly Father has chosen to teach the souls that are awaiting the work that will be done for them here. As I read about Craig, and what a shining example he was on this earth, I was overwhelmed by the spirit and feeling of great comfort knowing that now he is able to be a shining example to those on the other side.

How blessed I would be if those he reaches out to just happened to be my family that passed on from this life without a knowledge of the gospel and our Heavenly Father’s plan. Regardless if it is my family or someone else’s family that he is able to teach and be an example to, I have a new outlook on Heavenly Father’s plan for each one of us. We will all serve a purpose here on this earth, but those that are taken from this earth go on to serve a great purpose as well. I am thankful to the Decker family for allowing us all to be a part of this tribute to Craig.

--Jen Atkinson

Good Time

I was in the same ward as Craig (BYU 138th) and we would always discuss politics like there was no end. He knew I was a pretty staunch Democrat and he could actually argue current events, and what was better is that he actually knew what he was talking about! I loved just staying up all hours into the morning debating White House policy, foreign affairs, etc.

But what I loved most about Craig is how he wanted to listen to ME first. He always wanted to hear about my conversion to the church, my testimony, and how it made me feel. He said it always reminded him to breath more fire into his own, and that I gave him the strength to do so. On the nights when we weren't getting ready to almost clobber each other's faces in on different political issues, he was always helping me with my spiritual journey.

Even though I haven't spoken to him in person for years, except for a few occasional times on Facebook, I will always remember him as my political pal, my conversation buddy, and most of all, a true spiritual brother. God Bless You Craig.

--Bryan Horn

A Superior Personality-Great Nephew

I am Lyle Decker's only sister and aunt of Craig. He was in my home along with his family for a Christmas dinner 2007. As soon as he entered my home, there was joy and 'light' that radiated the living room and kitchen. He was so cheerful, funny and down to earth. I have 5 sons and 6 grandchildren who were able to be influenced by Craig for a few special hours and will remember him for his amazing personality and of course, the 'hook' also.

It has been emotional for me to watch the courage, stamina and peace of mind which Craig's parents and family have shown during this difficult time. I have such high admiration for the example of faith, service and love demonstrated throughout the 3 days of mourning and waiting for Craig to be found.

As his aunt and Lyle's sister, I want to express my sincere love and gratitude for being able to be there to support them and will continue to. Craig lived a life like our Savior would want each of us to, and I will treasure my memories of him especially his last visit here at my home with my sons and grandchildren. Thanks Craig for all you contributed to each of us.

--Laura Decker

“Do you want to dance?”

The first of many memories I have of Craig was when we were working at EFY together in Rexburg in 2004. He was a counselor and I was a coordinator, which is only significant to explain some of what happened later in this story.

I saw him as a boy fresh off his mission, happy to be there, and full of love for the youth. When we were at a dance, a “counselor dance” was played, where counselors can dance with each other if they want. Craig happened to be standing near me and most of the other counselors were already dancing, so I said to Craig, “Do you want to dance?” I didn’t think anything of it really, but he awkwardly said, “Sure.” Then he said, “I’ve never danced with my boss before.” That caught me off guard and made me chuckle, since I didn’t think of myself that way at all.

Over time since then, Craig and I became good friends, as we associated mostly through EFY. As an office coordinator, he helped set up and carry out the Mexico EFY session in 2006. I got to see firsthand the love the members in Mexico had for Craig, and the love Craig had for them. They will be very sad to hear of his passing. I know that his influence for good is not only felt here in Utah Valley, but in nations across the world.

--Erica (Krueger) Groneman

Tagging Along

I still remember Craig as the annoying little brother that wanted to tag along anywhere I and David would go. Even though we kept trying to get away from him he would be persistent and eventually we would just let him tag along. He always ended up being a great addition to the day though. I know he served the lord in everything he ever did and that he will be remembered only with love by anyone he ever came in contact with.

--Ronald Starr

Cupcakes and Erased Boards

I taught science at a private Catholic school this last school year and am currently teaching summer school. During the regular year, I showed my Biology students Craig's blog and the pictures of his X-ray and his hand. This right after lunch! All the girls were grossed out and the boys wanted to look at it more. Then we watched his videos and I talked about how Craig was an example of someone who was able to lead a normal life despite his disability.

We talked about modern technology and about how advancements in prosthetics and understanding the nervous system could someday allow Craig to have a functioning hand again, and how in modern times there was so much hope for treatment for these disabilities via modern biotechnology. All my students were very inspired by his optimistic attitude and loved watching his videos.

This week, I had to tell a few of those same students that the "boy with the hook" had died. We watched his videos again and I talked to my summer students about how I felt about his death and briefly shared my thoughts on the resurrection.

While this week has been rough teaching, I have thought about Craig and how he is the type of person I want my students to be like. I wish they could meet him, all take a field trip to EFY, watch how he acts around people and how he serves. I wish we had been better touch this last year, so I could share my love of high school students with him. Who would have thought we'd both never get over being teenagers!

The way my students have treated me as I have grieved has been beautiful. As I've talked about Craig's life this week, they have been so kind and patient. One student brought me a card, and another baked me four chocolate cupcakes. Today Mitch erased all my boards and helped me clean the lab equipment. Those are things Craig would do. I may have lost one of my best friends from high school, but I felt his spirit in the love that my new high school student-friends gave to me this week.

--Reija Matheson

"Men are, that they might have joy"

I didn't really know Craig--except as a Youtube friend. I am not LDS, but I was so taken by Craig's positive attitude that I read 2 Nephi. I then realized how deeply he believed that "men are, that they might have joy." Through his life and his smile, he showed us the joy that all might have by emulating the love of our Saviour for all men.

Although some might see his quirky humor, constant joking, and ceaseless desire to spread happiness as a result of being a younger sibling; his desire not to let his amputation hinder him in anything as simple overcompensation and denial, I believe that this is simply not the case. If ever anyone personified the life of Our Lord and showed the joy that it could give to everyone, that person was Craig.

If anyone in our time has managed to quietly, but so effectively live a life worthy of the Atonement, it seems to me it was Craig. My sympathies are with his family and the friends who loved him, but I know that they also rejoice in knowing that he now has the joy that he wished for all people. He left a shining example, but one which will be impossible to emulate unless we have the help and guidance he received.

--Anonymous

Inspiring

Although I knew Craig in high school, I didn't get to know him very well until college. I saw him several times in the last year at BYU. He always had such an optimistic attitude it was a bit contagious. I remember one particular day where things weren't quite going his way, but he was still very positive. He had a great Spirit about him. I will miss him a lot.

--Anonymous

Double Decker with Cheese

It's hard to think of just one good memory with Craig. We were both on Band Council our senior year and we had classes together. Whether it was getting ice cream of Mexican food late at night, he always had an appetite, for life, for people. He called me last year when my husband and I lived in Oregon, just to see what I was up to, to see what was new. He always wanted to get us band geeks together for a reunion, being in band were some of the greatest memories I have of high school, because of Craig. I will miss him but he will be remembered for who he was and how he lived his life to the fullest, that example sticks with me to this day. I never said it but, thank you Craig. Thank you for being you.

--Joanna Eresuma (Anderton)

Skydiving with Craig

The first time I met Craig, he was dressed in a white suit at the temple. We had both become temple workers around the same time and saw each other there but never talked. Then, months later, I was living in the foreign language residence at BYU. My roommate from fall semester had moved out and I was to get a new roommate. He didn't show up for a few days and then one day I walked into my room to find Craig and his mom there unpacking Craig's things. We quickly realized we had seen each other while working at the temple. Craig had just lost his hand a week earlier and was still readjusting to his new circumstances in life. I didn't quite know how to react or how to talk about it but Craig was so positive and so accepting of this dramatic change in his life.

Everywhere we went people reacted oddly or asked awkward questions about Craig's arm but he always played it off with a joke or some wild story like, "Just be careful of sharks off the coast of Mexico."

We had so much fun going on group dates, staying up late talking, and laughing. We planned an 80s party for which we dressed as Bill and Ted. It was totally bodacious!

Toward the end of the school year I told him about my goal to go skydiving. He quickly became interested and enthusiastic about the idea and so we set a date and invited some more friends. Craig drove us up there and we had a blast. Craig was the kind of guy with whom I could do anything and have fun. We laughed all the time and I don't think people understood our humor but we had a great time.

I think more than Craig's smile and laugh, I will remember his constancy in the gospel, his positive attitude, and faith in the Atonement. He really taught me to look on the positive side and look to the Lord. I will always remember Craig's example.

--Westin Hatch

My First EFY Counselor

Craig was my EFY counselor in 2005 at the University of Utah Institute. It was my first year at EFY and I loved it. I don't remember much from it (I lost my EFY journal), but I do remember Craig taking us aside on the first day and telling us that our experience at EFY could be really great if we did what was right. He was an awesome counselor and my experience at EFY that year was really great. My testimony was strengthened and I was inspired.

Now I'm a freshman at BYU. I am in the 192nd Ward at Wyview Park, Craig's last student ward. When I went to our ice cream social I saw him and I thought, "I think that's my old EFY counselor!" I didn't approach him; I decided that I would ask him about it some other time. When I heard his name I recognized it and knew that he had, indeed, been my counselor. I wish I had gotten reacquainted with him when I saw him, and I wish I had thanked him for his example and the positive impact he had on my life.

I didn't know Craig other than at that EFY three years ago. But I distinctly remember admiring him and appreciating him for what a great counselor he was. I am sad that Craig passed before I could get to know him better, and I'm sad that he passed when he was so young: there is so much of this life that he missed out on. Yet I know that he must still be doing what he did for my EFY group and what I have so often heard he did for others: serving. I am sure that there were many on the other side who warmly greeted him.

I know that the pain you, as his family, feel because of your separation from him must be incalculable. The grief you must feel because of his untimely death is a grief that I doubt I can comprehend. But I hope that my small memory of his goodness, his kindness and how great he was will bring you some joy in the midst of your grieving. May you find peace through the Savior’s comforting love.

--Anonymous

Sending the family my respects and prayers

I really dont have any memory of Craig I just wanted to send my best wishes to his family I grew up 2 houses away from the Decker family and always thought of the whole family as very nice and loving and caring family, when I heard of Craigs death it sadded me I just wanted to send to them all my best wishes and prayers.

--Charity Ballow

I wrote this on my blog...

When I lived in the ELMS I had a friend named Craig Decker. We weren't the kind of friends that hung out all the time. More like the kind of friends that met on a double date and would chat when we ran into each other. Nevertheless, Craig was a really awesome guy and always so kind to everyone. Last new years Craig was lighting a firework from Mexico and it exploded in his hand. It blew his hand completely off. I stole this from his blog. I hope no one minds. It's 7 lessons from a firework.


--Jackie Sarager

Extended Family

I can't say I ever really knew Craig personally. He was always the friend of my older sisters, and when you're in Primary a ten-year age difference is rather more important than when you're in high school. However, he was the Primary chorister for a while, until he left on his mission, and in that duty he was one of the most capable people I remember. He made a great sock elephant to conduct with!

As the friend of my older sisters, he was always one of the nicest ones I knew, intelligent and witty and generally with a good attitude about things, and willing to put up with my occasional peskiness.

I last saw him about a year and a half ago, soon after he got his prosthesis. From what I saw in the fifteen minutes I stood in the kitchen listening to his and my sisters' conversation, he seemed somewhat more introspected, but as genial and capable as ever. I suppose that's partly why he started posting videos. Anyway, those are my memories of Craig.

He was a great guy, and always seemed part of the family in a friend-of-older-sibling sort of way. You could perhaps call us his dog-in-laws, both because he was such a good friend of the family, and because his dog gave birth to our dog. If dogs are part of the family, isn't that a legitimate connection?

--Iggy Matheson

The Last Dance

I first met Craig at a stake dance. I thought he was really cute, so for the "girl's choice" song, I asked him to dance. His smile....many people have blogged about it and EVERYTHING they've said is true! Craig has a great smile. We talked and I was sad when the song ended. The dance went on and it came time for the last song. Everyone else was dancing and I was all by myself until I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Craig and we danced the last dance together. I always think of that dance when I think of Craig.

We still hung out through high school even though he was a band geek and I was an orchestra dork. And I took him to Sadie Hawkins my sophmore year - and had a blast!! The last time I saw Craig was on Trax. I was headed to the Bee's stadium and I heard "Michelle!". Craig had just come back from his mission and after we caught up we talked about his blind date that he was heading to. All I can remember is that he was really excited and he was doubling with Mark Hendrickson. Craig, as many have already mentioned, is a great friend, has a wonderful personality and will be truely missed by all.

--Michelle Steineckert (Caldiero)

"I'll Let You Know if You Can Lend Me a Hand"

Craig was one of my classmates at WJHS as well as one of my roommates for a Summer Term at BYU in 2005. During that Summer, I remember general conversations I had with Craig. I can't recall exactly what was said, but I do remember he would always listen intently on what I had to say and respond to it insightfully whether it was about dating, school, or spiritual matters.

Another thing I remember about Craig was his constant, positive attitude. In January 2007, I was working at LDS Hospital when he had his accident. I was lucky enough to be working the day after he had his surgery. In a short visit with him and his family, I could tell that he was taking everything remarkably well. He was smiling and cheerful, and I thought to myself, "How does he do it?" As I walked out of the room, I told him that if he needed anything to let me know. His response was, "I'll let you know if you can lend me a hand."

--Jake Geertsen

An inspirational and genuine guy, and a good friend

Craig Decker, or "Decker" as we all called him, was just about the closest thing to perfect I can think of on this earth. He was always happy, always positive, always friendly to everyone. I met Decker in the BYU 138th ward, living in the Elms. I spent a lot of time with all the guys in his apartment, but became especially close to Craig one summer. I was engaged, and my fiancee was in California while I was in Utah; plus, all my friends had boyfriends, so I was feeling very alone. Decker and Joe Jones became like my best friends for the summer. I will always be grateful I had them.

One especially fun experience we had was when the 3 of us went to Seven Peaks one random day. I just remember how fun everything was to him...we really had a great time together!! He was a great friend when I really needed one, and a great example to me. Ever since I heard about Decker's passing, all I've been able to think about was how good he was. I honestly cannot think of a single negative thing about him. He was so good and so genuine. He was a great friend to me, and an example of how I want to be in my life. I will always remember him and will strive to live my life like he lived his. I have no doubt that Decker is in a better place now, and can't wait to see him in the next life. I'll miss you, Craig Decker.

--JoAnne Cordell Wallo

Your family is in my prayers

I didn't know Craig, I work with Marie. I'm sure he was a wonderful person and he'll be truly missed. God Bless you

--Charlisa Hudson

BYU Housing

Though I only knew your son through working in BYU housing, I from our first meeting that there was no shade of darkness in him. The radiance of his soul was and forever shall be immutable. Truly he is of the rarest gems. It was only recently that I discovered that he was and is the brother of one of my dearest friends- Emily.

I see in your family faith, hope, virtue, charity, and integrity. Though I have went through a similar experience, I offer no council because I know that in the darkest of moments there shall be a light that shall testify of all that is good and holy, for the soul lives on. Though the mortal moments for one is gone, the eternal soul of all can continue to commune in sacred spaces. I know Christ lives that he now embraces your boy- he has progressed in his eternal journey and smiles warmly, knowing that you shall also return someday. Live well my friends, I love you!

--Boyd Smith

"Can I Buy A Hook At Wal-Mart?" Part 1

I wish I had known Craig a lot longer, but we became friends quickly asI am sure many will say. I met Craig in my Organic chemistry class and somehow or another our conversation turned to night cat fishing. I was surprised a couple of nights later when late at night Craig called to take me up on my offer to take him. He and Jenae and her roommates came out in the middle of a cold and windy night to try their hand at night cat fishing. The fishing wasn't great but we caught a couple and Craig was hooked. We went a couple of more times and managed to spend one very productive night catching a lot of really nice catfish and studying our chem at the same time.

Janae came out with Craig another night and we also managed to catch a bunch more. Craig was intrigued when I told him the catfish would stay alive for a long time and I told him to take some of the fish home and throw them in the tub and they would revive shortly. A couple of days later Craig called me and asked me how one would go about dispatching two very large catfish swimming around in his tub.

A couple of weeks ago my wife and I were planning a camping trip up to Strawberry reservoir and my wife was commenting on how it would be nice if she didn't have to stay on the boat the whole time I was fishing (I am fairly diehard when it comes to fishing) and that I should invite one of my friends to come along, so last minute I called Craig and asked him how crazy he was feeling and if he wanted to come up with us. He said he wanted to, so after moving to a new apartment in a couple of hours he accompanied us to Strawberry. My two boys (Reid age 3 and William age 18 months) instantly befriended Craig and Reid had some great questions about his hook and wanted to know if we could go buy him one from Wal-Mart.

We had a great weekend camping and Craig and I spent the evening talking and fishing and trying to catch some crawdads to roast on the fire. We stayed up until around 4 in the morning talking and fishing and roasting our crawdads. The next morning we headed out to Jordanelle reservoir and managed to catch some more fish and spend some more time joking and talking. When we were done Craig wanted to clean the fish so I gave him my leatherman and let him go at it. The last time I talked to Craig was about a week ago when he called to tell me he still had the leatherman and that he needed to give it back to me. I figured I had plenty of time to get it from him and didn't worry about it because I was sure I could get it the next time we went fishing and studying. When someone told me last monday when I got back into town that Craig had drowned I thought it was a bad joke and until I saw the reports online I wouldn't believe it.

The world lost a true treasurewhen Craig drowned. He always had a quick joke and a witty reply when I talked to him. It took me about 12 or so tries to get the real story about how he lost his hand out of him because he kept coming upwith more elaborate stories every time I asked him.

It amazes me how much I miss Craig even though I only knew him a short time. Some people's spirit just shines so bright and like a moth to a lamp you are drawn in. I don't know if he considered me as much a friend as I considered him but I will miss him greatly.

--Jed Burton

"Can I Buy A Hook At Wal-Mart?" Part 2

I am the wife who was VERY grateful for Craig's willingness to come lastminute camping with us. It saved me from a couple days of frustration (being on a boat all day long with 3 boys, two who are full of energyand one who focuses on fishing, is way too much for me). So when Jed said that Craig would come, I was thrilled. I was a little worried about how Reid would react and what he would say about Craig's hand, (Reid being 3 and very curious...who knows what would come out of his mouth!) But my worry quickly left when they started talking.

Craig had a very good attitude about the things that happened in his life. He seemed like the kind of person who just let things happen because he knew it is the Lord's will and there is nothing he could do about it but go along. It amazed me with what he was able to do...in fact, I don't think there was anything he couldn't do. He never let his handicap slow him down, he was fishing along with Jed, catching the fish a reeling them in. He even gutted a couple fish! He has a can do attitude and was eager to help out.

My boys loved him, Reid was instantly curious about his 'cool hook' and helped Craig look for his hand. Just today I told him that one of Daddy's friends was coming over to visit and Reid instantly asked, "The one with the hook?!" Craig will be greatly missed by all, young and old. I feel blessed to have met Craig and to have some of his light and influence shine on my family.

--Leona Burton

His Presence

I am an Admissions Representative at Palmer College of Chiropractic in Davenport, Iowa. I have been working with Craig for well over a year. I distinctly remember the day he called me to tell me that he'd had the fireworks accident and lost his arm. He said that, although it might slow him down a bit, it would never stop him! He told me he'd recently learned of a chiropractor who practices in Washington. This man also had only one hand and Craig was anxious to meet and talk with him.

The first time I met Craig was at the Sundance Resort in Provo where Craig attended a dinner hosted by Palmer. I vividly remember when he walked in the door. He had such a "presence" about him that, even though people were deep in conversation, they noticed Craig the minute he arrived. Craig stayed for over an hour after the dinner talking with us - we were looking forward to having him at Palmer! Last I knew, he hoped to apply later this summer.

A Palmer graduate practicing in UT, who met Craig at Sundance, sent me an e-mail to let me know about the accident. When I saw the news clip, I cried because Craig and I had discussed how he might be at Palmer at the same time as my son (Chris). He joked about how he was going to take Chris under his wing and teach him a thing or two!

Craig held a special place in my heart. I read an e-mail that someone posted on the web - Craig had sent it to this young lady and she wanted to share it. She mentioned she'd kept it because it touched her so deeply. I shared the e-mail with one of our faculty members, who'd also met Craig at the dinner. He said that he plans to read it to his class so that Craig could continue to touch lives even in death.

I wonder if Craig ever knew how deeply he impacted those of us from Iowa who knew him. We often touch people in small, but significant ways. Craig certainly made a difference in our lives and we will miss him. But, what a beautiful legacy he has left behind - in his short life, he has impacted so many people!!

--Ellen Bassler

My Friend, Craig Decker

I was roommates with Craig about 2 years ago. When I was around Craig I could always sense his great love for people and for the Gospel. He was always optimistic, and kind, and always had time for others. Craig was happiest when he was making others happy. Here are just a few examples of some experiences I have had with Craig.

I remember one time when he brought home a new scooter. He offered to let me take a spin around the block. He knew that I had never been on a scooter before so that it would be an especially fun experience for me.

Another time we went hiking up Utah canyon with some friends. I remember that he always spoke in gratitude and love for all of God’s creations and was always an uplifting influence.

Perhaps one of the most meaningful experiences I had with Craig was a talk we had one night. We just talked about life and our goals and hopes for the future. (Yes, we even talked about certain women we liked, one of the most important of topics). I wrote about this conversation in my journal, and recently reread it when I learned about his passing.

I’ve crossed paths with Craig many times since we were roommates: at institute, on BYU campus, and at the grocery store among other places. I have never met anyone as sincere, genuine, and loving. I miss Craig deeply, but more importantly I will remember him as a true friend and powerful example of the scriptural phrase, “a more excellent way.”

--Michael Ewert

He Marched Our Spots

Quite a few alumni of the WJHS band, from several years older to several years younger than Craig, have already written with memories from that time. I'd like to share another one.

Middle school students can participate in the WJHS Summer Band, which marches in parades during June and July. But only ninth-graders and high school students can participate in the fall-season Marching Band, which performs the competitive field show, and which begins rehearsals during an intensive Band Camp in August.

Craig, however, had an opportunity to participate in the field show when he was just an eighth grader, if only for two weeks. A new family was moving to West Jordan from California, and their three oldest daughters would be joining the Marching Band. But they wouldn't arrive until just before the start of classes, after Band Camp had ended. The band director, Mrs. Leyva, generously provided spots for the newcomers in the formations, but it was difficult to set up and learn the formations with empty spots. So "Little" Craig Decker got to learn and march one of those spots during Band Camp that year.

My sisters and I arrived in West Jordan just in time to register and tour the school a couple of days before classes began. We immediately dove into band rehearsals, learning the Fire-themed music and drill that were already (at least somewhat) familiar to our bandmates. I don't know for sure which of our spots Craig had marched during band camp; probably Reija's, in the trumpet section. Or did Reija march horn or trombone that year? I can't keep track. Maybe he marched my spot in the sax section, next to Dan Curtis, or my sister's in the flute section.

Anyway, I remember meeting the middle school kid who had marched our spots, and whose brother was the drum major, and he was so enthusiastic about the band. It was no surprise that he became drum major himself a few years later.

--Taina (Matheson) Price

So Craig Decker changed my life this week...

Man, Craig is amazing to still be changing lives! Well, Dave Decker challenged us to do something for someone this week in honor of Craig, and I really took that to heart. It was awesome to read what all of his friends and family had to say about him, and I decided I need to be better.

This week I decided that I wanted to be more like Craig Decker. He always put everyone before himself and did everything he could to brighten the day of everyone around him. So, yeah. Well, so far this week has been absolutely incredible! There have been so many changes I've needed to make, and I've finally made a bunch of them. Thinking about Craig has really made all the difference. I've found myself talking to complete strangers and doing things I never would have done before, but I know it's what Craig would have done, you know? Thinking about him has given me that extra push every single time.

It's really inspiring to have known someone so Christ-like. This week I have felt amazingly close to my Savior, much closer than I have ever felt before. Coolest thing ever! You know, it's amazing to see what can happen when you finally decide to do whatever it takes to be the person Heavenly Father wants you to be.

--Chandra Young

Life in Wyview

Craig and I were in the same ward this past spring term at wyview. We both were called as the activities co-chair directors. It was really fun, but I was wicked busy and so Craig was amazing and did practically everything with smiles all around. He planned the most amazing campout and it was a huge sucess, and we had a talent show for a nursing home, which was great!

He also was wonderful to talk to. He was also my home teacher. He would always make funny jokes, and he thought my pink cowgirl boots were ridiculous, and told me so. That's what I loved best about him- he would tell the truth with no appologies, and be an amazing example. Then I got hired as an R.A. at wyview, and talked him into doing it too! We had a lot of fun taking the bus to R.A. class, and he gave me the best advice on how to be firm with the girls I'm over, yet still love them.

Craig has definately been an amazing influence on me, and I am so grateful I had so many opportunities to learn from his example. He also promised to be my new big brother since we were R.A.'s together and my boyfirend is leaving on his mission, so Craig promised to watch over me. He was so willing to love and serve everyone. It truly has been a great honor to know and learn from him! Best wishes to his friends and family.

With love~Rachel

--Rachel Hatch

Final Thoughts

In summary to our memories and stories of Craig, we want to send our deepest sympathies to his family. Craig must have come from a great family, just by example of this blog...and the fact that the Deckers are making such an effort to include all of us in this. Thank you for raising a strong son in the Gospel. As is obvious by the many memories on this blog, Craig has touched countless lives, and will continue to do so just through his legacy. We are grateful to call Craig Decker (C-Deck, Doogie) our friend.

--Brandon and Erica Wilkinson

What I'll remember most

What I'll remember most about Craig, is his smile. He had the most contagious smile I've ever encountered. It was 50% fun, 50% joyful, and about 10% goofy with some silliness mixed in. I yes I know that adds up to more than a 100% but his smiles were like that, they overflowed.
--Megan Heaton

Thank You

I don't know you son but I read about him online. I am so sorry for your loss and will keep your family in my prayers. I just want you to know how touched I was by Craig's Goals. My stake is getting ready to go to girls' camp next week and I will be posting his goals to share with the young women here in Virginia. What a wonderful you man you have raised. God bless you at this difficult time.

--Shelly Johnson

Drive-In with Woody Woodpecker

I referenced Runaway Bride in a gchat conversation with a friend today and realized that I first saw that movie with Craig... at the drive-in. This was on a double date some time before Craig went on his mission and after I had graduated from high school.

We doubled with Craig's friend Brian and a girl who went to Bingham High. I don't remember her name or what she looked like (could I? I was too busy flirting with Craig!) but I remember we had to drive a long way out to pick her up.

First we went to Kearns where we played team pool. I'm sure Brian and date smashed us! I was so so terrible! And so embarrassed and trying to act nonchalant about it. Craig was pretty great and he kept laughing at me... not because he was better, but because he probably thought it was cute how I was trying to act all tough when really I was terrified every time I expected to connect the cue with the ball! He did a great job of encouraging me and not making me feel bad when my ball went all skeewompous. And he always made sure I had enough chalk for the tip of my pool stick.

After pool we went and got kid's meals at the Taco Bell. Mine came with a Woody Woodpecker on a skateboard! I kept that Woody for years, only when my room flooded last month when I was home visiting did I let the Woody go. I guess Woody "drowned" too. We played silly games with the Woody in the back seat as we drove to the drive-in. At the drive-in we watched Runaway Bride with Julia Roberts and Craig and I used to pretend like we were the characters and kind of mime them out as the movie went along.

It was a warm summer evening with a nice breeze. I think we sat side by side on the hood of Brian's car. When Brian dropped me off Craig got out and we hung out and sat on my front walkway and talked before Craig gave me a hug and walked home. Man, I loved it when dates with Craig ended like that. Loved that he lived near enough that goodbye wasn't at the door but with me waving as he turned away from the edge of our cul-de-sac. Those were my favorite always.

--Reija Matheson

The BIGGEST Smile

I just remember that every single time I saw him he had on the BIGGEST smile and my day would get brighter because of it. It was a totally convincing smile - the kind that made me think that everything really WAS going to turn out for the best. He lived in my same complex, so I saw this smile often and he would ALWAYS say hello to me, which meant a lot!

--Neal Davis

Craig "An Unsung Hero"

I didn't know craig but i do know his brother ... met him in a online video game (go figure). I do know that he is loved by his family and in a few days I have learned a lot by being an ear to a guy I hardly know ... My heart goes out to his family in a very desperate, upsetting time in their lives ... Everything happens in this world for a reason ... We may not know what that reason may be ... or we may not like the reason ... but it is truly out of our control ... From what I've read he's an amazing guy who brought a lot of happiness to everyone who met him and has had the opportunity to have been blessed with him in their lives ... The world needs more people in it like him ! Wishing my unknown friends in Utah the best in all that comes

--Tim

An Example of Perseverance

I was not fortunate to know Craig very well. The few times that I was around him he definitely impressed me with his genuine happiness and positive attitude. One of the times I was around him was when we went boating with a mutual friend. It was his first time boating since he had lost his hand, but this did not stop him from any of the boating activities. He was able to stay on the inner tube better than I could with two hands! He also tried to water ski and never got discouraged when he couldn't stay up for too long. He just kept on trying until we saw that he was getting tired and suggested to rest for a bit.

This example of perseverance and refusal to become discouraged really impressed me. I feel blessed that I was able to spend just an afternoon with this truly impressive man. My thoughts and prayers are with his family and close friends and hope that you feel peace.