Alyssa Peterson

Warning: This story contains mentions of suicide that may be triggering to some readers.

A Bright Light Dimmed too Soon

When I think of Alyssa, her eyes come first: light brown, luminous, and always scanning the world with empathy and curiosity. Vintage vibes, Crocs style. Sharp, witty, and wise beyond her years, she saw people deeply, even as a child. Her kindness wasn’t a choice; it was instinct. She didn’t perform goodness; she embodied it. She was sharp, too; quick with a comeback, clever in a way that made you laugh and think at the same time. She saw people—really saw them—in a way most adults never learn to.

Even as a toddler, Alyssa carried herself like someone who understood the world in ways other kids haven’t even begun to notice. I remember once, running late to feed her, bracing for a meltdown. Instead, there she was, looking up at me with quiet patience and a half-smile. No drama, just grace. That was Alyssa.

Legacy Donor Alyssa Peterson and sister on the beach

We used to ride bikes together. She’d fly ahead, wind in her hair, but always stopped at intersections to wait until I caught up. We’d talk about school, about life, about how lucky we were to be surrounded by beauty, even on the hard days.

Alyssa was a natural athlete. Her first love was skiing, starting at just two and a half years old. She seemed born to fly down mountains. People from outside Colorado might think that’s crazy; those who live here know it’s not. She adored bundling up in layers alongside her younger sister, Emily—long underwear, wool socks, puffy suits, mittens, ski boots, and helmet. Alyssa skied on a local team and raced in the Nighthawks Series at Eldora, a small and notoriously windy ski area near Arvada. Eldora is known to locals as “Helldora” because of the icy conditions, but Alyssa embraced it. Under the lights and racing in the dark, she seemed to shine even brighter.

Alyssa also picked up mountain biking, skateboarding, and any other activity that screamed Colorado adventure. But it was soccer that truly captured her heart.

It was easy to see something click in Alyssa the first time she stepped on the field. She was four years old in tiny cleats, dancing through warmups pretending to be a kitty. By age ten, she was juggling the ball more than 100 times in a row. People would stop and film her in the park. No music, just her own rhythm. Neighbors would shake their heads in amazement and tell me, “That girl is going to be something.”

But Alyssa wasn’t just physically talented. She had wisdom and innocence that made her stand out. She played competitively, took private lessons, attended winter and summer soccer camps, and trained year-round. She set goals, writing them on her hand or the nearest napkin. Her ultimate dream was to go pro, then eventually become a coach. Our lives revolved around practices, matches, and tournaments. Alyssa loved every minute of it.

Legacy Donor Alyssa Peterson on the field in her soccer uniform

Changing Behavior

Around age 13, something began to change in Alyssa. At first, we chalked it up to adolescence: moody days, quiet withdrawal, the normal turbulence of a notoriously hard age marked by hormones, identity shifts, and social pressure. Looking back, I believe undiagnosed concussions may have played a much larger role in her mental health than we realized.

Throughout her childhood, Alyssa had several significant head impacts, from ski racing crashes and mountain biking spills to a poolside accident where she hit her head jumping in too close to the edge. Add in the frequent collisions from years of youth competitive soccer and practicing heading the ball, and the pattern becomes hard to ignore.

One of the most serious incidents happened when Alyssa was 11, ski racing in Glenwood. She hit a rut and crashed hard, landing headfirst and striking the right side of her head before sliding into a gate. She was wearing a helmet and stood up quickly, ready to keep skiing, but the dizziness and nausea came on fast. We took her to the hospital that morning.

At the time, I didn’t connect Alyssa’s physical injuries to her emerging emotional shifts. I didn’t realize concussions can quietly stack up, especially in the still-developing brain of a child. As I later poured over her medical records, I found times we hadn’t sought medical care after a fall. She was tough and wanted to keep playing, so we let her. We truly believed she’d be fine.

After Alyssa died by suicide in November 2019, I was desperate for answers. I devoured every mental health article I could find, spoke to those who knew her best, and examined every corner of her life. I even wrote a book, hoping somewhere in the pages I’d uncover clarity or closure. What I found instead was laughter, brilliance, beauty, and a million reasons to be proud, but no definitive answers. Alyssa didn’t have access to social media. She thrived academically. She was deeply loved and supported at home. I thought I was doing everything right, but I missed the quiet signs—her heart and her brain were hurting.

We lost Alyssa at just 13 years old. That sentence breaks me every time I speak it aloud. Even the detective assigned to her case said she was one of the most honest children he had ever encountered. Her teachers, friends, and coaches were equally stunned. There was no obvious trauma. No warning sign that screamed for attention. No clear reason.

According to the National Institute of Mental Health, suicide is a complex public health concern, and there is no single cause. Suicide is exacerbated and most often occurs when stressors and health issues converge to create an experience of hopelessness and despair.

Here is what I do know: even in her pain, Alyssa remained full of love. She adored animals. She stood up for those who couldn’t stand up for themselves. She was kind, artistic, hilarious, and endlessly imaginative. We were, and always will be, unbelievably proud of her.

Legacy Donor Alyssa Peterson on a hike in the forest

Grief is a strange, disorienting fog. You stumble through memories. You question everything. You try to make meaning from what feels like senseless pain. And in that process, you realize that maybe—just maybe—your story, your child’s story, can save someone else.

Advice for Other Parents

We now believe it’s possible Alyssa’s brain could have been injured—repeatedly and invisibly. Some of her symptoms align with what we now know about traumatic brain injury (TBI), post-concussion syndrome (PCS), and the long-term effects of repeated head trauma in youth sports.

TBI and concussions can lead to depression, anxiety, memory issues, and emotional instability. For teenage girls already navigating hormonal swings and social pressure, the impact can be devastating. And unlike a broken bone, brain injuries don’t show up on an X-ray.

If you’re a parent, please listen to what I’ve learned through the heartbreak of losing my daughter, Alyssa:

  • Take every head injury seriously, even those which seem small.
  • Advocate for baseline concussion testing in your child’s sport. It can make all the difference.
  • Watch closely for changes in mood, not just changes in performance.
  • Believe your child when they say they feel “off,” or anxious, or just not themselves.
  • Ask the hard questions and have conversations even if they feel uncomfortable.

If your child’s joy starts to dim, don’t wait. Early intervention could save a life.

Alyssa’s legacy is one of empathy, courage, and kindness. We share her story not to scare others, but to awaken. Every parent who speaks up, every coach who learns, and every child who is protected keeps her light burning.

Because Alyssa, even in her quietest moments, gave us hope.

And it’s that hope we hold onto now.

For her.
For Emily.
For every family.

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Suicide is preventable and help is available. If you are concerned that someone in your life may be suicidal, the five #BeThe1To steps are simple actions anyone can take to help someone in crisis. If you are struggling to cope and would like some emotional support, call the 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline at 988 to connect with a trained counselor. It’s free, confidential, and available to everyone in the United States. You do not have to be suicidal to call.

Are you or someone you know struggling with lingering concussion symptoms? We support patients and families through the CLF HelpLine, providing personalized help to those struggling with the outcomes of brain injury. Submit your request today and a dedicated member of the Concussion Legacy Foundation team will be happy to assist you.

John Tudor

Early life and football career

All John Tudor ever truly wanted was to play professional football. From a young age, kicking a ball wasn’t just a pastime—it was everything. Through sheer hard work and determination, he turned that dream into reality.

John began his journey with local teams before playing for Ilkeston Town, his hometown club. In 1964, he was recommended to Coventry City, where his professional career began. He quickly rose through the ranks, moving from the B team to the A team reserves and eventually fulfilling his dream of playing for the first team. Between 1964 and 1968, he made 63 appearances and scored 28 goals.

In 1968, John transferred to Sheffield United, where he earned the nickname “King Tudor.” Known for his formidable heading ability, he netted 32 goals in 64 appearances.

John’s most successful years came at Newcastle United, where he played from 1971 to 1977. Beloved for his tireless work ethic and humble nature, he formed a legendary partnership with Malcolm Macdonald. Dubbed “the deadly duo,” they thrilled fans for years. John made 234 appearances and scored 75 goals for Newcastle, cementing his legacy.

Former professional soccer player John Tudor dives for a ball on the field

In the 1977-78 season, John joined Stoke City, scoring twice upon his debut. Although he made 38 appearances, he found the net just three more times. He then moved to Belgium to play for Gent, but injuries brought his professional career to a close.

John returned to England, becoming player-manager at North Shields in 1979 and later played semi-professionally for Gateshead from 1980 to 1983, making 30 appearances and scoring 6 goals. After his playing days were officially over, John poured that same passion into coaching, working with various clubs and groups including CC United, Tonka United, Holy Family High School, the Minnesota Thunder, and Minnesota Youth Soccer.

Former professional soccer player John Tudor with son

Health and decline

In 2011, John began to change. He was agitated, frustrated, and forgetful—something was wrong. Initially thought to be stress or depression, he was evaluated and showed signs of cognitive decline. Over time, his memory and cognition deteriorated further. He grew weary, struggled with word-finding, and feared he might have dementia.

John suffered many concussions during his playing career, including one in 1974 when a brick was thrown through a team coach window, striking him in the forehead. An MRI revealed vascular changes and persistent head buzzing.

By 2016, doctors began to consider Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy (CTE) or early Alzheimer’s. He experienced twitching muscles, fainting spells, and memory loss. Eventually, he was advised not to drive. Despite visits to three neurologists, including one from the Mayo Clinic, his condition worsened. John needed 24/7 care and could no longer live safely at home.

Short-term memory faded, then long-term memory. Words disappeared. Even using the bathroom alone became impossible. Everything was a challenge. In February 2024, John entered full-time care—a heartbreaking moment for our family.

Still, I cherished every visit. We’d sit together, holding hands, sipping a proper cup of British tea, and sharing Cadbury chocolate. We’d watch football and the TV show Vera, which brought him joy, as did the film The Greatest Showman. Music remained a strong emotional connection, and he especially loved emotional songs which made us both cry.

Former professional soccer player John Tudor and wife

John’s health continued to decline and after fainting and falling, he was hospitalized. Some days he could walk, others he could not. He eventually became bedbound and was placed under care in July 2024. We are so thankful to everyone there who brought him comfort through music therapy, massage, and loving attention. Our son Jonathan visited often, bringing joy during those final days.

We found out about the chance to donate John’s brain through Dawn Astle, the daughter of football legend Jeff Astle, who was the first English professional footballer with a public CTE diagnosis. It gave us comfort to know John could play a part in advancing research and help future families from going through the same difficulties.

Final days

On February 9, 2025, just over a year after entering hospice care, John passed away. He was 78. He had battled courageously for over a decade.

John was loved deeply—not just by our family but by everyone who knew him. The outpouring of affection after his passing was immense. He remained humble, grounded, and kind throughout his life. He was the guy next door who just happened to be famous.

We were together for more than 60 years and would have celebrated our 56th wedding anniversary on May 24, 2025. I miss him terribly, but I’m so grateful for the life we shared.

Former professional soccer player John Tudor with his wife on their wedding day

We have two children—Shelley in the UK and Jonathan in the US, who inherited his father’s passion for soccer and now serves as the coaching director for Chaska Soccer Club. Our three granddaughters each reflect a piece of John: Brianna, who plays college soccer in South Dakota; Gracie, who lives in England; and Violet, a gifted French student. Though not all follow the game, they all know how great their granddad was.

Help for the next generation of athletes

It’s only fitting that a man who gave so much to others in life could continue helping just as many after his passing.

After speaking with Dawn Astle, we as a family made the decision to donate John’s brain for research — a vital step toward better understanding the condition that affected him. While the link between heading the ball in football and long-term brain health still requires greater clarity, we’re honored his legacy will now contribute to that progress.

John’s generosity and strength live on in the important discoveries that will come, helping to protect future generations of players while deepening our understanding of the game he loved so much. If he had the chance to live it all again, I believe he’d do it just the same.

Hallelujah, John Tudor.

Curtis Baushke

Who was Curtis Baushke?

  • God given soccer talents
  • Love of fishing and the outdoors
  • Gift of meaningful sports knowledge

When his troubles started?

  • Multiple known concussions
  • Ruptured disc in lower back

Curtis had researched concussions and chronic traumatic encephalopathy (CTE), and was certain that he had CTE. Five years before his death, Curtis wrote a college paper about concussions.

“CONCUSSIONS – It is not just the pros that have problems!”

By Curtis Baushke – 2009

Concussions range in significance from minor to major, but all share one common factor…they temporarily interfere with the way your brain works.  They can affect memory, judgment, reflexes, speech, balance and coordination.  Most concussions are caused by some kind of blow to the head.  Concussions don’t always result in loss of conscientiousness.  Oddly enough, most people don’t even black out but this was not the case for me.

I’ve been playing soccer since I was five years old and in my 14 years of playing I have had two major concussions and two mild concussions, all of which I blacked out for more than 10 seconds.  My most severe concussion was when I was fourteen and playing in a regional soccer tournament in the Atlanta, Georgia area.  I was playing fullback and defending our goal, when I went up in the air to win the ball from an opponent.  WHAM, the guy in front of me went up at the same time but instead of bumping heads, he put an elbow right smack into my nose.  I completely blacked out for what I thought was 20 to 30 seconds.  When I finally woke up, I was looking up at the faces of our trainers.  I could see my reflection in one of the trainer’s sunglasses. My nose was broken and resembled something like a “Z” shape and my white jersey was covered in blood.

I thought it couldn’t get any worse than that experience but another bad concussion would find me in my sophomore year of high school.  For our psychical education class we were required to complete a six week bowling program.  When we arrived at the bowling alley, I went to my normal lane and started using one of the house’s bowling balls.  Than another kid in our class came up behind me as I was lining up in the lane and told me to give him that ball.  I ignored him because they were all house balls and everyone had an equal right to use any ball at the alley.  The next thing I know the kid had picked up another ball and swung it at the side of my head.  I collapsed on the lane and blacked out for a few seconds.  When I regained conciseness, there was a burning feeling in my knees and I collapsed again onto the floor.  The doctors told my mother that I had suffered a mild to serious concussion. Concussions are not just a sports related problem; violence in society is also a source.

During my years of playing soccer and other contact sports I have “knocked heads” with other players, elbows, and soccer goals many times.  Winning the soccer ball out of the air at mid-field or scoring soccer goals with my head on corner kicks was my specialty on my teams.  My last and most recent concussion happened during my senior year soccer season.  Once again I was defending our goal and went up for a header.  This time a fellow teammate went up at the same time and the back of his head made contact with my forehead.  I suffered another concussion, more blood and eight stitches above my eyebrow.  The team doctor stitched me up on the sidelines, than I went back into the game because I was needed.

Since I have had many concussions, I started to read up on the research being done for pro athletes who have retired after suffering multiple concussions.  Some of the effects have been long term…I am nineteen years old and have suffered four known concussions (when I blacked out), so this matter effects me.  I would like to know if there is anything that is going to help me with my side effects.  From my head traumas, my side effects have consisted of horrendous migraine headaches and terrible mood swings.  With the most intense migraines it affects my eye sight and balance when I try to stand up.  They hurt so badly that it makes it hard for me to speak or even stand.  Starting my junior-senior year in high school during the day, I usually would have to take some strong medicine, lie down in a dark room and fall asleep hoping it would be gone when I wake up.

More research should be initiated for the study of concussions.  It is not just pro athletes who suffer with problems. It should start with middle school sports all the way through high school and college.  Allowing kids to play too soon after a concussion is very dangerous.  We need to find out the actual damage concussions cause to athletes and ways to protect them.  We should pay more attention to this problem.

There needs to be more research done to figure out what we can do!  I feel this way now…what will it be like when I am older?

An Athlete Felled by Concussions, Despite Playing a ‘Safer’ Sport By Dan Barry, New York Times, June 21, 2015. A version of this article appeared in print on June 22, 2015, on page D1 of the New York Times.

Words written and posted on Facebook by Curtis’ brother Ryan William Baushke the day after Curtis’ death: 

I am at a loss for words…last night my brother Curtis suddenly passed away in his sleep. I am devastated being that I lost my best friend, hunting partner and fishing buddy.  There are always ups and downs in any relationship but no matter what I always could count on him and he would have my back.  Curtis, I know you know this but I love you more than words can describe.  You’re a man of integrity and courage that would give your shirt off your back for anyone.  I will miss you every day, until I see you again in heaven.  I know you’re in a better place and hanging out with the good Lord himself.  May you rest in peace and the good Lord blesses your soul.  I will never forget all the good times…see you next duck season in the blind.  Love you always, your bro.