A person usually doesn’t hear about the impact one may have made or are still making in someone’s life. But when you have a death of a loved one, sometimes we realize how much he or she did. My niece and nephew have written their stories about Chase, before and after his death. Please read below.
We will begin with Jenna’s story.
Growing up, I had four brothers Austin, Chase, Drew, and Rob. One had the same parents as me and the other three parents were my aunt and uncle. I never viewed them as cousins since we spent every summer, holidays, and major events together, alternating between Jackson and Birmingham. We fought like siblings, played like siblings, and most of all loved like siblings.
Losing Chase was like losing a brother. Monday July 30th, 2018 was one of the worst days of my life. Hearing those dreadful words over the phone from my broken mother standing in the middle of the Pizitz Food Hall was something I can never forget nor ever imagined. At that moment, all I could think was that it was not true. Someone got the information wrong, Chase would not do that. Why would he? In my eyes, Chase was perfect. He was successful, had a really good job, bought a house, and had a lot of friends. That day and the days following, I felt so many emotions. I was angry, sad, hurt, and confused. I did not know what to feel or how to respond. It was the worst loss of my life and the pain is still very much real today.
Although Chase is no longer on this Earth, he is still with us and always will be. Chase’s life has forever changed mine and those around me. As I look back over the past two years since Chase’s death, I am reminded of the impact he has made. Without Chase, his friends from Alabama would have never put on an event raising awareness for suicide and change the future for others battling with depression. Without Chase, my best friend would have never met her fiance. Without Chase, we would have never experienced Mardi Gras and get to know his wonderful friends. I am sure everyone has their own “without Chase” story and how their life has been forever impacted since July 30th, 2018.
Austin’s story
I was incredibly lucky growing up. Not only did I have an incredible mom, dad, and sister of my own, I was fortunate enough to be a part of my Aunt Mel’s family as well. On any given holiday, spring break, or summer vacation from as far back as I can remember, Chase, Drew, Rob, Jenna, and I were together. My parents would treat the Lanke boys like their own sons, and Mel and Bobby would treat Jenna and I like we were their own children as well. I was and still am very close to all three of the Lanke boys, but Chase and I had a special relationship mostly because we were so similar. We were both bookworms, and we loved to discuss our favorites of the books we had read since we had last seen each other. I even remember attending a midnight release party at Barnes and Noble for the fifth Harry Potter book with Chase in Mississippi. After returning home with our fresh copies of the book long after midnight, I read a couple chapters and went to sleep. Chase, on the other hand, read the entire 870 page book from cover to cover without sleeping, through the night and well into the next day.
Chase and I also shared a passion for music. When I was in early high school, we took one of our numerous Huerkamp/Lanke trips to the beach. Back then, the music I listened to was either on the radio, on a CD, or I had bought the song on Itunes for $1 a pop. Fair to say, my musical tastes were pretty limited. On this particular trip to the beach, Chase asked me if I knew what torrenting was. I, like a good boy, said no. Chase then took out his laptop and showed me how to pirate music from the internet. Every song and album ever made was at my fingertips, and it was all free (As a disclaimer, I now understand that pirating music is illegal, so please don’t do it). From then on, we’d often share and discuss new songs or bands that we had found and I have always credited Chase for helping to spark my love of music.
I’m sure its no surprise that Chase was my role model. I’m the oldest between my sister and I, but Chase was a year and a half older than me and we were so close that he was, for all intents and purposes, my older brother. After graduating high school (top of his class, of course), Chase attended the University of Alabama to study chemical engineering on a full scholarship and joined a fraternity. A year or two later, it was my turn to tour colleges. Growing up, my entire extended family were Alabama fans so the pressure was on for me to attend there as well. Coincidentally, I also knew that I wanted to study chemical engineering and join a fraternity, so all signs were pointing to me joining Chase at Alabama. I was also considering attending Auburn, and after touring both schools and a lengthy deliberation, I ultimately decided to attend Auburn. A couple of years later, Chase graduated and started a job at a steel mill outside of Mobile, Alabama. Not long after, it was my turn to interview around and decide where I was going to live and work after college. By this time, Chase was still living in Mobile and had found an amazing and tight group of friends. At that time, I was very interested in working at AM/NS with Chase, and I was lucky enough to get an interview with the company. Chase was thrilled and gave me a myriad of advice and even led part of our tour of the plant during my interview. Chase’s advice paid off, because a few weeks (after my interview) I got a job offer. I had also received a job offer from a company in Atlanta, and after an extremely difficult decision, I decided to accept the job in Atlanta, so I never got to join Chase in Mobile.
Chase passed away in July of 2018. I’ll never forget the feeling of utter shock and disbelief I had when I got the news. It came as a complete shock to me. How could he do this? He had a great job, even better friends, and he had just bought a house. I had no earthly idea that Chase was suffering the way that he was. In the wake of Chase’s passing, I would often wonder what may have happened had I attended Alabama with Chase or had I accepted the job with AM/NS and moved to Mobile after graduation. Maybe I would have been able to see the signs that he was suffering. Maybe I could have done something to help him. Maybe I could have saved his life. Truth is, I’ll never know what might have happened had I been there. What I do know is that Chase was able to hide his suffering from almost everyone he knew and I’m certain that he would have been able to hide it from me as well if he wanted to. If I’ve learned anything fromthis experience, it’s that you can’t change the past. As much as I wish I had spent more time with him while he was here, I have no regrets about the decisions I made, as they helped shape me into the man I am today. Chase was so incredibly smart, funny, and kind, and he was the best cousin, friend, and role model I could ever ask for. He impacted everyone he knew in a positive way, and I’ll be the first to say that I’m so incredibly grateful that I got the chance to know Chase Lanke.
I think the thing that hurts the most is that I’ll never get to grow old with Chase. It breaks my heart that he’ll never get to meet my children and I’ll never get to meet his. I had always imagined our kids growing up together the same way that we did. Back in December, I turned 25 years old. Chase had just turned 25 when he died, so as of now I am older than Chase will ever be, which is certainly a strange thought. My whole life he was one step ahead, helping to pavethe way for me. The fact that Chase had done it first and done it well was a great comfort to me whenever I felt anxious about major life events like starting college or my first job out of college. I used to think “If Chase can do it, so can I”. Now, I’m the oldest of the Lanke/Huerkampchildren and it’s my turn to pave the way. But I’m not scared, or apprehensive, or nervous. If Chase could be the trailblazer, then so can I. And even if he’s not here physically, he lives on in the hearts and minds of those that knew and loved him. I love and miss you, Chase Lanke, and I always will.
I so appreciate their willingness to write from their heart and share their story. Love y’all so much.