Well, I hate to bring you all this news (to those that knew him) but @matthewbrown passed away peacefully last night, surrounded by family, after almost a decade long battle with 2 different types of cancer....actually beating them both, at different times, before finally having it get the best of him. He fought till the very end....until the last possible millisecond....much like many of us have skied a pass, maybe our toughest pass....not giving up and not losing hope, until the very last possible moment. 51 years. 18,800 days. Lots of laughs and memories.
Water skiing, in many ways, was his life. Undoubtedly he had great perspective on it, and realized it was just an arbitrary sport, that means next to nothing on the face....but that it was a vessel, or a vehicle with which each and every one of us can express ourselves...can find community,...can push our boundaries....and ultimately become better versions of ourselves. He loved it for the challenge and the chase of trying to understand the most technical details at the most elite levels....and he loved it for the community, friends and memories it afforded him and the people he loved, along the way.
I'll have you know, without a doubt, that John Horton and the BOS community he created, helped to keep Matt fighting all these years. It helped him stay connected to a kick ass group of passionate, knowledgeable and caring people. It gave him something to focus on, through the tough times and the pain. It kept him going, even when he no longer could get behind the boat himself. AND, it reminded him that he wasn't alone....that many people out there are fighting their own battles, and it helped him learn how to fight his own fight, with grace and class.
Here's the story about how Matthew changed the trajectory of my family's life:
My parents were pioneers of sorts, and adventurers. My father built his first boat...an old wooden flat bottom with an outboard, probably in the early 60's. That kicked off 20 years of recreational skiing all over the US and Canada....every summer a different lake or river. BUT, it was open water recreational skiing.....NO BUOYS.
Until 1983, when my brother decided he wanted to try a tournament - Twin Cities, in Sacramento, Novice division. Matt ended up winning, getting the trophy (and probably some cool glasses or something), and THAT moment changed everything for us. That moment was the moment we became competitive water skiers. Matthew was the tip of the spear for our family (in more than one way, of course), and literally everything my family and I have been lucky enough to gain from this sport, was all because we were able to stand on the shoulders of the giant that came before us....Matthew Brown.
The rest is not worth digging through now, but the reality is that Water Skiing has given our family so much, and gave him so much....right till the very end. And it was his own doing. He carved that path for himself, whether he knew it or not.
The only other story that needs to be shared now, is another water ski story of the last year and a half of his life: He was broken down, battling 2 types of cancer, and doing all the treatments he could....but still hungry for life. And about 18 months ago, Terry Winter and his family moved back to California, and lived here at the lake with us. Almost every day, from Jan 1 through the summer, Terry skied. And Matthew was in the boat, for most of those ski rides....learning, coaching, sharing, thriving....living. And I got to be there for a lot of that time, witnessing the power of passion...and dedication. It was a gift, and something that kept MB going when probably nothing else would've.
Below is what I shared on social media...if you were close enough to MB to have a funny or powerful story, PLEASE feel free to share! If you didn't have the chance to know Matt, he was usually the funniest guy in the room, and always looked people in the eye and gave them his full attention.
This picture isn’t necessarily the MB many of you remember, but this is the MB of the last 8+ years: humble, focused, loving, loved, defiant, passionate, wise. He became a Warrior. And those of us who were fortunate enough to be in the trenches with him, learned something from him in that time.
But he was a force even before cancer. And he touched a lot of people throughout his 51 years. He made a lot of people laugh. He made a lot of people feel good. And he somehow always ended up wearing other people’s favorite shit: hats, sunglasses, shirts...didn’t matter, somehow he always ended up inheriting the best of what other people had to offer. My best hat would go missing, and a week later I would see Matt wearing it proudly, almost as if it had been his all along. But you liked him too much to call him out…or at least I did. In fact, for me, he was my bullseye from day one,....the guy I looked up to, and aimed at....always wanted to be like. And he was pretty damn awesome to me, even when I was that “little brother” that always wanted to tag along for everything.
I’ve never known life without him. It’s day #1 after Matthew and there’s a hole. And I know there’s going to be a hole for a lot of you out there as well. And I don’t really know what to say to that...except thank you. Thank you for being a friend to him...A person that he loved spending time with, skiing with or laughing with. Thank you for being a part of Matthew’s journey, in whatever way you were. He was who he was, because of ALL of us who had the chance to cross paths with him. So thank you whoever you are. And I’m sorry to bring you this news today.
Nothing planned to commemorate him as of now, but I will post at a later date, if and when I have that information.
I just wanted to end by sharing the beginnings of a thought stream I experienced, and typed out 16 days ago, on one of the toughest mornings of Matt’s journey:
“HUMANITY: It’s like Gravity….it exists, whether you believe in it or not. Whether you actually look for it, or have already given up. Either way, it doesn’t matter….its still there...but its a Tango. You must show up to find it, and to feel it…..its the ultimate leap of faith, definition of faith, marker of true faith. Faith in the ones to your left and your right….it means you’re still here, still “grounded”, still have skin in the game,...It means you rely on and provide for the ones you can look in the eyes…...Humanity is our name for it, right now, on this Earth...but no matter what the “name”...its the same everywhere in the Universe: you absolutely know that you’ve felt this, at some point in your life....and the only way forward out of whatever hole we’ve stumbled into, is directly thru that “thing”....to let it work through us...to be humanity...to realize “we are it”….this moment. Here. Now. Real. Raw…. feel it. STOP and feel it. Smell it. Taste it. Be…..with the ones you love.”