Elijah Glover

Elijah James Glover was my eldest son. He was captivating and determined. He was not easily swayed and believed deeply in the love and commitment of family. Even as a young child he showed great appreciation for those he loved. I remember him working at yard sales and cutting grass for money to buy me birthday and Christmas gifts. He was funny, clever, intelligent, and wise beyond his years. And though he was bigger than the other kids, he was never aggressive and didn’t get into fights.

Elijah mastered everything he attempted and played with his whole heart. Elijah played baseball, wrestling and basketball, but his heart was in lacrosse, and his spirit simply embodied football. Elijah started little league football the summer of his fifth birthday. He practiced diligently and played at maximum potential. I was such a proud mom watching from the stands, in awe of his abilities. The onlookers shouting his number, “25” and his name, “E” was exhilarating. I felt a sense of pride and honor at who Elijah became when he put the stick in his hand or when he broke from the team huddle and they yelled, “Down! Set…”

Elijah suffered many blows to the head we now realize were concussions. I wondered if they would have a lasting effect on Elijah’s brain. I started comparing the impact sustained by football players to those of boxing contenders and champions. I remember Elijah’s last hit to the head in 2015 after a lacrosse game when he was 17 years old. He reported seeing stars, feeling nausea, and requiring some assistance off the field. The concussion concerned me enough to make an appointment with a concussion clinic near our home in Baltimore, Maryland.

Shortly after the injury in 2015, I noticed remarkable changes in Elijah’s mood. He was usually reserved and calm, but he became irritable, constantly pushed boundaries, showed outward signs of aggression, made poor choices, and started smoking marijuana. Elijah forgot family memories and even when prompted by photos he simply could not remember they happened. He no longer went out with friends and became unmotivated. He was depressed and shared dark thoughts and feelings. He preferred to be asleep over being awake. Our relationship, which had always been as strong as a rock, deteriorated.

Elijah began an uphill battle with addiction. He was diagnosed with depression and bipolar disorder and was prescribed medications which he often abused, compounding his issues. After further consideration and research, I realized Elijah’s symptoms mirrored CTE. I vehemently disagreed with the mental health diagnosis and recognized his new, destructive behaviors aligned with CTE.

During his most recent stay in treatment, it looked like Elijah was going to turn things around. But unfortunately, he left us on April 17, 2022 due to a heart attack, stemming from an enlarged heart. He was just 24. Based on everything I learned before his death, I made the decision to donate his brain for CTE research at the UNITE Brain Bank and am currently awaiting the results.

Elijah is my son. I speak of him in the present because he will always be my beautiful, sweet boy. I was there for the two most important moments of his life – the day he was born and the day he transitioned. I worry I will forget his face, forget what his voice sounds like and forget the powerful force he was on the lacrosse and football fields. I worry he will be forgotten by all who encountered him.

I want more minorities to be properly informed and educated about the impact of too many concussions early in life. I know parents may believe their child’s success is the only way to make it out of their circumstances. But it is unfair to look for the child to save his family at the cost of their brain and, in my son’s case, their life.

Some parents may not want to tell all of this information to the world. It might make them feel like they are ruining their child’s image. But I don’t share that feeling. I know Elijah and he would want to selflessly give to somebody else if it meant he could save their life. I am telling Elijah’s story to help parents make informed decisions about their children’s future. Unfortunately, it took Elijah’s experience to change my perspective on what sports kids should play. Elijah’s two younger brothers did not and will not play contact sports.

Football is great but it is crucial to know the many risks of playing the sport, especially before a certain age. My son was unrecognizable at the end; I didn’t even know who he was. You don’t want to have a memorial wall of all his trophies and accomplishments and not have him.

Yes, children need to play sports to stay out of trouble. But I challenge all parents to find a healthier way to keep their children productive – whether it’s safer sports like flag football, or other activities like coding. Please think of the long-term and consider how their life will turn out in the future.

Evan Granville

Evan Granville of Hamburg, NY, entered into rest on March 31, 2022 after a courageous battle to live. Evan was known for his easy-going personality, forever smile, great sense of humor and most of all, his love of family. He lived life to the fullest and was a very accomplished athlete in many sports.

Evan, throughout his life, had an insatiable appetite for history. His favorite period of time was the Civil War, especially the Battle of Gettysburg. Evan could share his education, life experiences, and research of Gettysburg, in detail. Turning the facts into a mystical journey.

He was in his glory when debating his professors and enlightening many around him. But most of all, just sitting around the campfire, chewing the fat with soldiers during his numerous attendances at the battle reenactments.

Evan travelled with his parents and siblings during his childhood and adolescent years to every Civil War battlefield. To illustrate his passion for those 3 days in July, 1863, he pleaded with his dad at the ripe age of 12 to get a tour guide. Finally, after his father relented, he asked, “Evan, why a tour guide?” Evan responded, “I want to see how many mistakes he would make!” In his 20’s and 30’s, Evan and his posse heard many of his debates and challenges and enjoyed many free libations at various establishments.

In 2012, Evan was to meet his “life partner,” Jenny White. In the following 10 years, they enjoyed many precious moments together. Traveling to places like Key West, Sandals, Naples and many more. Some of their excursions were even just trips to Ellicottville and the “Ridge.”

On September 3rd, 2019, their miracle happened. They would be blessed with a beautiful baby girl, Kennedy Fiona Granville. This commissioned a whole new journey as the three of them were inseparable. Evan enjoyed one of the simplest things in life such as their daily strolls to Haak’s Cakes.

After many memorable moments and hundreds of pictures. Evan got his birthday wish on July 2, 2021, to travel once again to Gettysburg. Here he shared his many points of interest of Gettysburg with the 2 ladies in his life.

The picture up above is Jenny and Evan’s favorite. Dad holding his “Pumpkin” at his favorite place, “Little Round Top”!!

Evan is survived by his soulmate Jenny White, dear mother of his precious Kennedy Granville. Son of Patrick and Priscilla (Weathers) Granville. Brother of Ryan (Melisa) Granville and Amy (Derek) Grove. Loving uncle to Kelly, Zach, Brennan and Grace. Grandson of the late Lawrence and Marjorie (Miller) Weathers and the late John and Agnes (Bohen) Granville. Also survived by many aunts, uncles, cousins and friends.

 

Eric Grigsby

Eric Clifford Grigsby, age 49 of Lenoir City, TN, passed away on Sunday, May 23, 2021, at the Loudon County Hospital in Lenoir City, TN. He was born August 9, 1971 in Harriman, TN. He was a loving, caring, Christian husband and son. He tried to help everyone he came into contact with.

Eric played offensive guard throughout his football career at Harriman High School and continued through his college career at Carson Newman College and then at Tennessee Technological University. While attending college he started his own business for 19 years known as “Grigsby Militaria.” After graduating college and continuing his business he started to realize something wasn’t right with his health. He needed help but didn’t know what kind of help. As time went on the last two years of his life, a doctor told him he had symptoms of what is known as CTE and he also had PTSD. Eric was put on medications that helped but didn’t cure the problems. After his death he became one of the Legacy Donors at the UNITE Brain Bank. He wanted to still be able to continue to help people.

John Hacker

We fell in love with John at first sight on March 25, 1980, and that will always be. We thought we had the perfect family and the perfect life.

We lost our beautiful, gifted son tragically 39 years later leaving us to somehow piece together an inexplicable puzzle. We never dreamed CTE would be our story, but we are grateful to the UNITE Brain Bank team for their knowledge and compassion as we travel this path. They have given us some answers to our questions we believed had no answers.

Our son John was a joy from the beginning. He wore a mischievous grin and twinkle in his eye that earned him lots of love and many friends.

From a very early age, he excelled in music and sports. He played violin and piano for us and he passionately played anything with a ball and friends for himself. That passion and intensity never changed with the many teams for which he played.

John played sports year-round, both at school and with travel teams. He always played at full speed whether it was practice or for a championship. We filled our summers with many trips, awards, and friendships. He also loved to run, and he was fast, holding the record in Missouri in the 50 and 100-yard Hershey Meet. The performance won him a chaperoned spot to compete nationally where he placed third two years in a row.

John loved varsity sports and was named captain of his baseball, basketball, and football teams his senior year in high school. He was recruited for college programs in each sport. He was plagued by injuries throughout his athletic career breaking both feet his senior year and, of course, numerous head injuries. Because of his history of injuries, he decided to play D1 baseball at Missouri State rather than the riskier offer of football at MU. We applauded that decision and felt a sense of relief as we hoped for a more injury free future.

John also did well academically. He had been placed in gifted education in elementary which he did not particularly enjoy. He was glad to rejoin his friends as soon as we allowed him to drop out of the program in middle school. He made high honor roll every quarter throughout his academic career and was named All-State Academic and Scholar Athletic Award in high school. He also loved to sing and was in honor choir and earned state vocal music honors. He was named Bolivar High School Outstanding Bass. His life looked so bright.

John dropped out of MSU baseball his sophomore year for a variety of reasons including another injury. He also had a tentative plan to attend law school and knew he needed to buckle down. He was accepted as a student at the Creighton University School of Law and graduated from there 3 years later. He enjoyed both his undergrad and law school experience, again making many friends that valued him for his kindness and sense of humor. He continued to maintain these friendships until his death. John never left a friend behind and they came by the hundreds to his memorial service; friends from his youth sports, high school athletics, college players and many of his fellow attorneys. He was beloved by everyone.

I’m not sure when we began to notice John changing. I do remember he came home from law school unexpectedly, citing depression. We did not take it as seriously as we should have. We cheered him up and sent him back. It was just so hard to believe that a guy that seemingly had everything was depressed. Our hindsight is clear. It was the beginning of traces that we would much later attribute to CTE.

John graduated from Creighton Law School and passed the bar exam on the first try and was hired by a well-known firm that he had interned with in college. Eventually, he started his own practice and married a lovely girl. Together they had two children that were the center of their lives. His family meant the world to him and they were loved and adored. Most days looked good from our perspective, but we now know John was very adept at hiding symptoms. He was not one to draw attention to himself and he did not want us to worry. We did begin to see signs of a struggle as his health declined. We sought a variety of medical help with no definitive answers.

John was well known and respected in the legal field and was honored to receive the Equal Access to Justice Award. It was evidence he believed all people deserve legal representation, and he took many cases with little or no fee. While representing such a case two years prior to his death, John suffered a seizure while in court and was hospitalized for several days. The seizure was the turning point in all of our lives. We began to seek answers in earnest. John suspected he could be experiencing symptoms of CTE. When he told us, we wanted it to be anything else, knowing the prognosis. CTE can only be diagnosed postmortem so at this point we didn’t have answers, but the possibility was frightening.

The following years were filled with both good and bad times. The bad days became more frequent as time took its toll. John somehow managed to continue with his law practice, coach Jack and Annie’s teams, and hang out with friends although we were all very worried. He was hospitalized several times, again never with any real answers or help.

The second week in November 2019 John disappeared after a visit to our lake home. He had not been well and came to our house for a few days of peace and quiet. He was depressed, somewhat confused, and had a severe headache. As the week passed, he felt better and planned on coaching Jack’s game on Saturday morning. When we woke up that morning, John was gone. He was reported missing and after an exhaustive 4-day search, he was found in shallow water, lakeside. We do not know exactly what happened that night. We did not see any cause for alarm. We will always think it was another seizure. Maybe not.

After John’s death, we sought the help of the Concussion Legacy Foundation because of John’s sports related concussions and his own opinion that something was terribly wrong in his head. We needed definitive answers and had nowhere to turn so we decided to donate his brain to the UNITE Brain Bank where researchers diagnosed Stage I CTE. With the encouragement and support of CLF, we have spoken out on our local tv channel as well as our newspaper in an effort to arm other parents with the information of the danger of playing contact sports at an early age. We believe this is what John would have wanted. If only we had this information sooner, we would have made very different decisions.

We will forever miss and love our beautiful son who we believe suffered and died because of early participation and injuries suffered in contact sports. His life was a blessing. His death destroyed us.

John was diagnosed with CTE even though he stopped playing contact sports after high school. In hindsight, John suffered a lot of head trauma while he was in high school and before that could have been avoided. The very first play of junior high football in seventh grade he was knocked unconscious on the field.

Knowing what we do now, we wouldn’t have taken the risk. We want other parents to understand that letting children play contacts sports is exactly that, a risk.


The Flag Football Under 14 campaign is the Concussion Legacy Foundation’s awareness and education program designed to help parents make informed decisions about youth tackle football. The Concussion Legacy Foundation strongly recommends that parents wait until age 14 to enrolling children in tackle football. Learn why

Justin Hall

With memories of dad in tow, Jesuit football player bids touching farewell to the sport

Jesuit High Schools Jacob Hall has had numerous injuries that have sidelined him at the end of his high school football career. His father, Jesuit teacher and coach Justin Hall, suffered from chronic traumatic encephalopathy, or CTE, caused by concussions during his football career which including college at Notre Dame. The neurodegenerative disease culminated in his suicide four years ago. Moments before their game against Vista del Lago on Saturday, April 17, 2021, Jake shows a table that honors his father on campus at Jesuit High School in Carmichael. Xavier Mascareñas [email protected]

 

Jake Hall stops by the table most every day, to reflect, to wonder what was and what might have been.

The Jesuit High School senior will also look to the heavens and speak in spirit to the driving force in his life. It’s the silence of no response that pains Hall the most. The nameplate fixed to the campus structure is a memorial marker for his father Justin Hall, a beloved teacher and football coach at the school for nearly 20 years. He died in 2017.

Hall is closing in fast on graduation and the start of the rest of his life. It will be a journey that will no longer include the highs and rigors of his favorite sport. That adjustment is difficult to accept. Hall was deemed as Jesuit’s best player by Marauders coach Marlon Blanton, and one of the school’s top scholars with a 4.3 grade-point average. He is also perhaps Jesuit’s most courageously strong individual.

“What an incredible person Jake Hall is, just wow,” said Jesuit’s longtime football public address announcer, Tim Fleming.

“This season,” Hall said in soft tones, “has been the hardest, the most painful, but also in some ways the most rewarding. I know I’ll never play football again, but I know I have teammates and coaches who care.”

The spring football campaign started with the 6-foot, 170-pound Hall bounding into the mix with visions of touchdown receptions, crushing tackles on defense and playing small-college ball in Southern California. The season was marked by searing agony, of surgically repaired shoulders getting torn apart in a game against chief rival Christian Brothers. His screams on that cool March 26 night in Oak Park reverberated in a Christian Brothers stadium half full due to the pandemic.

On April 17, Hall was back in uniform, incredibly, but he was a shell of his playing self. He caught the ball on the first play from scrimmage against Vista del Lago on the Marauders’ home turf and hustled out of bounds. He had to get out of harm’s way, his shoulders too battered to do much more. The play was by design. Coaches from both sides agreed to this move of sportsmanship and closure. Some two hours later, the contest ended with Hall taking a knee for the Marauders in victory formation to cap a 56-42 triumph. He was embraced by coaches and teammates, and later family, a memorable Senior Day if there ever was one.

Hall said this all comforted him, a good thing, because he cannot escape the hurt. His heart hurts. His surgically repaired shoulders hurt. His pride hurts. He visited that memorial table an hour before his football grand finale, wearing his familiar bright red No. 29 jersey, relieved that his body has waved the white flag, but saddened also that he cannot continue his father’s college legacy.

“I’m honored, touched, and proud that my dad had that sort of impact on people, and that people miss him, because I sure know that I do,” Hall said, sitting at that table. “I think about him every day, at every game, on every play. He’s the reason I love this game. He continues to give me strength. Dad went through his own injuries and pain, and it was something years later that he really struggled with. That’s the saddest part. We couldn’t help him or save him.”

Losing a coach/father/mentor

Coach Hall died by suicide on Nov. 27, 2017, shortly after coaching his oldest son in junior varsity football. Jake Hall believes his ailing father held on long enough to be able to coach him before he lost his will to live.

Coach Hall helped anchor two state championship teams in high school in football-mad Texas and grew into a mountain of a man at 6-foot-5 and nearly 300 pounds. He met Jen at Notre Dame and they married after relocating to Sacramento. She worked in the football office, handwriting letters to recruits.

Coach Hall told Jen before his death that he was worried about his own behavior, his irrational thinking. Their final six months together were not easy. He was emotional when he told her, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He feared he was slowed by countless football practice and game collisions — concussions — as a Notre Dame lineman, a run that included the 1988 national championship under coach Lou Holtz.

Coach Hall told Jen he wanted to have his brain studied after he died at Boston University for Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy, a degenerative brain disease found in athletes with repeated blows to the head. Coach Hall lived long enough to see his son earn team MVP honors on the junior varsity. He was found days later in the family garage, before Hall and his two younger siblings, Caleb and Abby, got home from school.

As traumatic as it was, Jen said it would have been a great deal worse had the kids found him first.

“We learned that Justin had Stage 3 CTE, really bad, and the fact that Justin was even functioning at all was amazing,” Jen Hall said. “I was in Seattle for a work trip when I got a call from Jesuit that Justin hadn’t come to school for work. I knew something was terribly wrong. At that moment, you know life is changing for our family, and you shift into survival mode: get to the kids, take care of them, hug them, love them — and do the best to explain it to them.”

She paused and added, “Jake as the oldest has been amazing. He’s handled it so well, as have his siblings. Proud of all of them. Jake has been outspoken about mental health, and we wonder and wish his dad had done things differently. But his brain was damaged. It’s frustrating and it hurts because we want things to be fixed.”

Jen Hall speaks openly about CTE. She doesn’t avoid the topic with family or friends because she understands the CTE toll families.

“We don’t know how to fix CTE without not playing sports at all, but we know what leads to it — blows to the head,” she said. “CTE hurts more than just the player. It hurts everyone who knows and loves that player.”

Letting him play

Jen was worried about Jake playing football. Concussions happen in this sport, certainly, and her son never played cautiously or in slow motion. He was a full-bore. player His father coached him to compete like that.

Imagine, then, Jen’s anguish when she watched her son writhe in pain against Christian Brothers. He landed awkwardly on his left shoulder, and the force tore through seven titanium anchors that held the shoulder together from previous injuries. As Jen stood stunned in the stands, hands on her face and her eyes welling with tears, she was most moved by teammates and coaches rushing to console and comfort her boy. She also didn’t want to be the sort of mom to scale the fence to rush to his aid.

“It was the most painful moment of my life, because it made me think of my dad, that loss, not having him when I needed him, and then knowing I was badly hurt,” Jake Hall said. “I was screaming because I knew football was over for me, that it was finally over. It all hit me at once. My shoulder had already been dislocated 15 times in high school. Just too much. It just can’t handle it any more of this game. My body was telling me to give it up, and that’s hard because you want to play forever.”

Hall caught his breath and added, “I was lying there on that field, my mind a blur. I’m thinking of what my dad might say to me, and then coach Blanton grabs my head, looks me in the eye and tells me, ‘It’s OK!’ That was a special moment. He was right. It was going to be OK. I needed to hear that. All things considered, I was OK.”

Jen views football differently now.

“I used to watch football for fun,” she said. “Now I watch to make sure everyone is standing up after plays. That’s the evolution of a football mom. When Jake went down against Christian Brothers, it became surreal. Oh, he’s not hurt. Then you realize it’s your son, and you hear him in horrible agony, and you know he’s there playing for his dad. It wasn’t just a game. His career was ending. It was surreal and sad.”

The return

With the blessing of his family doctor and his mother and coaches, Hall talked his way back into playing one final set of downs, to exit the sport on his terms. No tackling, no blocking allowed.

Jen watched from the bleachers, as she always has. This time, the tears were for the end of a playing era. She said she was at peace knowing her son was able to walk away from the sport before it dictated the terms. Blanton was emotional in talking about it.

“Jake’s a Marauder through and through,” he said. “He means a lot to the school of Jesuit. He’s more than a football player. We wanted to honor him any way that we could in this final game.”

Jen Hall said in her home, her three kids talk openly about their father. They don’t hide any sense of shame. Brain trauma happens, and suicides happen, sadly.

“I never wanted to pretend that their dad didn’t exist,” Jen said. “Sometimes, suicide is so painful to talk about, to deal with it. We let it out. We talk about it in our house.”

She added, “There was a lot of good about Justin. I was always so proud of him as a coach, for making such a difference for so many kids.”

After a moment, she added on any perception that her husband was selfish in taking his own life, “When someone has that sort of brain damage, they’re not in their right mind and their brain is simply not functioning properly. For anyone to judge a man like Justin for what he went through and did is highly inappropriate. I’m no mom of the year winner, but I do my best, and they’re thriving, happy kids. And we’ve learned a lot, that life really is a journey and it’s how you handle things.”

Making dad proud

Jen said she was touched members of Notre Dame’s 1988 title team attended Justin’s funeral services in 2017. Players hugged her and comforted her and the kids. Younger son Caleb is a 15-year-old freshman who wore his father’s old No. 73 this spring season. He is a large kid at 6-foot-4, following in his father’s size. Jen will not prevent Caleb from playing in the trenches, never mind the dangers. Older brother Hall is writing a research paper for school on CTE. He said the rewards of football still outweigh the pain of the sport.

“You have brothers and memories to last a lifetime,” Hall said. “Football is about life, and I’ve had a good one.”

He added, “We know that football is much safer than it’s ever been with concussions. My brother knows this. I tell him to be aggressive in football but to be smart and safe. It’s OK to leave the game if you feel like you’ve taken a shot to the head, or to avoid someone going for your head. That doesn’t make you a coward. It makes you safe and smart. I’m proud of him. Dad would be proud of him.”

Hall said the table bearing his father’s name was a surprise donation from his best friend, Ronan Brothers, through an Eagle Scout project. Hall recalled a moving conversation with his father, weeks before his death.

“He sat me down and told me that if anything were to ever happen to him, that I needed to take care of mom and the younger siblings, to be there for them, to be strong for them and for me,” Hall said. “I thought maybe he was talking about if he were in a car accident or something. I didn’t understand the depth and meaning of what he was saying, but I do now. I’m grateful for the time we had with dad, our special bond, and I will always be inspired to do the best, to be the best I can be, and I will. I’ll make him proud.”

 

Evan Hansen

Evan Hansen was an all-conference linebacker and captain for Wabash College football. He worked hard to get good grades. He had a girlfriend. He was well-connected on campus. He was fluent in Spanish and after Wabash planned to work in healthcare in Latinx communities. It would be easy to forgive someone for believing Evan Hansen’s life was perfect.

But Hansen’s father Chuck has a different word to describe the final months of his son’s life.

“It was like an imperfect storm,” Chuck said.

Chuck and Mary Hansen first noticed their son’s athletic prowess when Evan confidently and stably walked across their living room. He soon became a crib escape artist, foreshadowing a life full of adventure.

Evan’s athletic exploits easily translated from the nursery to the field. In youth soccer, Evan’s advanced coordination and speed often led him to enter halftime with more than 10 goals to his name.

He started playing tackle football when he was in the third grade. His natural gifts and fearlessness immediately earned him a role as a do-everything running back and linebacker.

Mary says Evan was “all in” with whatever he did. Tackling was no exception. The family rarely saw a ballcarrier push Evan back for extra yards after first contact. Evan suffered one diagnosed concussion at Guerin Catholic High School when he took a knee to the helmet that left him unconscious on the field for upwards of ten minutes. Outside of the missed time from the concussion, Evan rarely missed a snap.

Many mornings after games, Evan clocked in to work the counter for Joe’s Butcher Shop in Carmel. With an enormous grin on his face, he greeted customers by first name as they entered the store.

“He was humble and unassuming,” Chuck said. “You would have no idea the night before he had 15 tackles and ran for 100 yards.”

Evan’s generosity and kindness weren’t reserved for customers. The book of Evan Hansen is full of stories of service to others.

Evan once finished football practice and rather than going home to rest, stayed at school to encourage a friend who was competing in their first cross country race. The friend finished last by several minutes but crossed the finish line to see Evan as animated as if they had won the Boston Marathon.

After graduating from Guerin in 2015, Evan received a scholarship to play football for Wabash College, a Division III powerhouse. Hansen arrived on campus intending to study Biology and Spanish and, as he told his parents, “light it up” in fall camp so he could earn playing time immediately.

His star shone bright almost immediately. He quickly catapulted up the Wabash depth chart and became the starting middle linebacker as a freshman in 2015. He recorded 67 tackles for the Little Giants on their run to the Division III quarterfinals.

“His tackling was how he got noticed right away,” Chuck said. “When he saw a hole, he knew someone has to fill it.”

Evan recorded 209 tackles in his first three seasons for Wabash. He was never diagnosed with a concussion in college. In hindsight, the Hansens believe Evan had regretfully mastered the art of “shaking it off.”

“He had mashed fingers, knee injuries, back injuries and all kinds of scratches and bruises,” Chuck said. “For him to make a tackle and to feel a little dizzy or disoriented, I think he just figured that that was part of football.”

Evan was never at the top of his class by sheer knowledge alone; he had always been able to put in the work to achieve the grades he wanted. But after the fall term in 2017, Evan told Mary he was struggling emotionally and with his schoolwork.

“’I’m depressed and I have no idea why I’m feeling this way,’” Mary remembers Evan saying.

Evan’s admission shocked his family and those close to him. The Hansens responded by taking Evan to doctors who prescribed different therapies and medications to manage Evan’s depression.

Temporary relief came when Evan went abroad to Spain for his spring term in 2018. He thrived in Wabash’s pass/fail grading system for students abroad. His days were spent traveling and honing his Spanish. Mary joined Evan at one point in Europe and saw her son rejuvenated.

“I think our concerns kind of disappeared,” Mary said. “We thought he just needed a change of scenery and a little bit of pep in his step to finish his senior year.”

Evan returned to the U.S. and completed an internship as a translator for Mansfield-Kaseman Health Clinic near Washington D.C. before returning to Wabash. He was regularly seeing a therapist. He was on medication. From the outside, his mental health seemed managed.

“But anytime you asked him about his treatments, the answer was, ‘I don’t think it’s helping,’” Mary said.

With Evan as a captain, Wabash opened their 2018 season with a win at Hiram College on September 1. They came home for Senior Day on September 8, winning 16-13 over University of Wisconsin – Stevens Point. Evan’s grandparents were in attendance. The family went out to a celebratory dinner afterwards. Evan went to a fraternity party that night.

The next morning, Evan attended Wabash coaches meetings and seemed like his normal self. It was the calm before the imperfect storm.

On Monday, September 10, 2018, Evan Hansen died by suicide. He was 21 years old.

Chuck and Mary Hansen sat at the cemetery in the days following Evan’s death when Chuck received a Facebook message from CLF’s co-founder and CEO Chris Nowinski, Ph.D. Nowinski asked the Hansens if they would donate Evan’s brain for CTE research at the UNITE Brain Bank. They obliged.

While the family awaited the diagnosis from the Brain Bank, the Hansens poured themselves into research about CTE. They learned the symptoms of the degenerative brain disease could affect a patient’s mood, behavior, and cognition. They learned repetitive, nonconcussive impacts, not concussions, are the driving force behind CTE. And they learned how CLF’s Flag Football Under 14 campaign aims to prevent CTE by avoiding the nonconcussive impacts from youth tackle football before the brain is fully developed.

In fall 2019, Brain Bank researchers told the Hansens their son was diagnosed with Stage 1 (of 4) CTE.

The news confirmed the Hansens’ suspicions. Evan had played 14 years of tackle football prior to his death, 10 of which he played on both sides of the ball. His mood and mental health had declined over the last year of his life, as had his ability to focus and excel academically.

Chuck’s storm analogy describes the confluence of factors surrounding Evan’s suicide. Evan had CTE, which could have contributed to his depression and impulsivity. But he was also on medications that may have affected his cognition. Before his death, Evan was scheduled to have bloodwork done as a first step towards finding depression medications that were more tailored for his genetic profile.

Chuck and Mary have been told by many how Evan had world-changing potential before his death. They can also close their eyes and imagine Evan as a loving husband, an amazing father, a championship coach, or a community leader someday. But they choose to focus on the future.

“We’re trying to help other people learn the dangers of potential brain injuries,” Chuck said. “We want to shed light on all the things we didn’t know about.”

Since Evan’s death, Chuck and Mary have been fundraising and raising awareness for mental health, concussion, and CTE. Among many ventures in Evan’s name, they started an internship at the Merciful H.E.L.P. Center in Carmel where Evan managed the Tools for School program as a summer intern. And in honor of Evan’s #32 at Wabash, they will be donating $3,200 each year to CLF. Their gifts will go towards CTE research and some of our programs that could have made a difference in Evan’s life: the CLF HelpLine, Flag Football Under 14, and Team Up Against Concussions.

Losing someone who was as outwardly strong as Evan sparked a conversation about mental health at Wabash, in Carmel, and elsewhere. For football players and other youth athletes at risk for concussion and CTE, the Hansens think the conversation needs to be more a nuanced one.

“I try to tell people that if they are finding out their child is depressed,” Mary said. “Just make sure that whenever they talk with professionals, they tell them that they played tackle football and for how many years. That needs to be part of the discussion.”

Through his story, Evan continues to help others. A friend of the Hansens wrote to them saying how because of Evan’s tragedy, their grandson was going to stick with baseball for now.

 

 

 

Tyler Hedtke

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

Tyler was his parents’ firstborn, deeply-beloved child. He was a sweet, curious boy and hilarious big brother. He was a full-tilt football player and a lifelong, committed friend. He graduated from high school in 2013, earned an associate’s degree in automotive technology, and had a passion for fast cars, his favorite being BMWs.

Tyler held a universal curiosity for life’s adventures, meaning, and beyond. He loved deeply and tried hard, fully expecting to master every skill on his first attempt. His teen years and adulthood were complicated by addiction and the search for contentment. He saw himself as a leaf on a river and encouraged us to resist trying to control the river. He helped and was helped by many people.

Tyler died by suicide; choosing to be done struggling to find peace. We wish that he could have realized his greatness…maybe he has.

Tyler’s parents suspected he might have CTE, so his brain was donated to the UNITE Brain Bank for research. The results showed that he did NOT have CTE. One more great thing about Boston University: other reputable organizations, doing research on mental illness and/or addiction, will be able to study his brain, too.

“Today well-lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well therefore to this day.”

~Francis Gray