In Memory of Our Friend, Nathan Fawell
A Westmont student, Nathan Fawell attended CCSP South Pacific in the Fall of 2003. In June of 2004, he died in a tragic accident. He was deeply loved member of the group, and the CCSP community mourns his loss, honors his life, and celebrates his memory on this page.
There are some people that come into our lives and truly influence us and change how we live our lives. This is how I feel about Nate. Nate chose to live his life with passion; whether it be in surfing, his music, his friendships, and his relationship with God. This passion shined through even in the small things in his life. His example challenged me to live life more fully and with passion, even in the small things. His kindness and friendship encouraged I thank God for allowing me to know Nate and to be able to call him a friend. Nate, you are truly missed.
– Christa Jennings
Nate was a one of my dearest friends on the semester. Initially I thought Nate was going to be the one person that I did not get along with on the trip. I was so wrong. Nate never stopped to amaze me with his humor, compassion, love for reading, nature, God, people, and of course surfing.
Nate never judged or cared about what someone looked like or thought. He just loved people for being who they were. I loved his excitement over the smallest things (like getting a donkey to walk up to him) and I will never forget his laugh or his Aroo! I miss him and I will always miss him, but I have been blessed by his family and by his friendship. I thank God for the time I got to spend with Nate and how he changed my life. Cheers mate!
– Kate DeVore
Nate was one of the most unique people that I have ever met. He was a surfer, someone who obviously loved God, and was so kind. And on top of that I think we would all agree that he was hilarious. I'll never forget the hilarious things he said or the times we all spent together. So many times looking at the pictures that scroll through on my screen saver I remember some random story. I miss Nate, as I know we all do. I am so glad that I knew Nate, as I know we all are. I don't think it could have been any better.
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Lindsay Petrie
I knew it was you on the phone before you even said anything, your loud breathing and sniffs gave you away. It was endearing. I also knew it was you because who else would call at 1 am. You knew I’d be up. You asked about the test I had that day and gave me the surf report because I’d missed a crucial surf sesh studying. You cared for me better than anyone. You made me feel worth it, you made everyone feel worth while too. People flocked to you, attracted to the warmth, smelling the saltiness of the ocean you carried around. You loved me so well, quietly being transparent, letting Christ touch me with your words and hugs. There are funny memories too, more than I can count, sometimes they’re hard to remember, the pain is still being dusted off them. Most often when they come I smile to myself remembering you smacking a banana between your lips expressing your enjoyment with a “so dank” and a smile. I cry too, when I think about you walking me just halfway back to my room, patting my back and commenting “I like these heart to hearts.” I liked them too. You weren’t perfect, but you were close.
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Kjessie Rubke
IN MEMORIAM | Nathan Fawell
