the power of community

Yesterday was the memorial for three men: Micah Wade, Jonny Copp, and Wade Johnson who all were prominent figures in both the Boulder and international climbing community. I personally knew Jonny and Micah well, but interestingly never understood the bounds they had overcome as climbers until being notified of their deaths. Those men had their passions in perspective. I love that I didn't know their worlds outside of "great friends who lived in Boulder with me."

The memorials held yesterday were a tribute not just to the men and their lives but was a testament to the power of community. Over 800 people gathered yesterday at Boulder Theatre to remember and celebrate the men. It was truly incredible to go to this function alone and really be able to observe everyone who was there. Tons of family members of each of the men were in attendance and Jonny, Micah, and Wade's parents came up and spoke.

From the first moment, the community rallied around the event. Blank books for writing, tea candles, tibetan flags, and photos adorned the entrance way to the memorial, and from moment one you felt like you were in the presence of true love and support.

For three hours, there were slideshows and speeches, and an audience that would have stayed all day. There were tears and cheers, and entry ways into the lives of the three men before they were ambassadors of the outdoors.

Following was a barbeque which drew in about 100 people. And honestly for the entire day I was blown away by the unfailing support. The power of community is so strong, and in my opinion is one of the few gifts that we have. It is undeniable that the trust and presence of those around the fallen have kept those closest to the men strong. And I am proud to say that I live in a town where the response to a call of need is quick and genuine and profound.