On Saturday evening on September 21, Cyrus Lavers had a motorcycle cycle accident. It happened up on the Ridge Road, not far from his home. Almost immediately, word went out on the ‘netz and we began praying for his recovery.
I knew Cyrus from my own time living up on the Ridge. He was Gina and Rick Mason’s nephew. I remember the day I discovered a tree stand in the woods and climbed up into it. I later learned this one belonged to Cyrus and his brother Mason. I knew I had trespassed into the secret world of boys as I looked out over the beautiful expanse of the Botma’s field.
When I moved into town, I hired Joel Dunham to do some tree work. Cyrus worked for Joel at that time and he brought his bright and lively spirit to Blethen Street along with a crane, many chainsaws, and the rest of the crew.
I kept up on his life tangentially from his sister, Cassidy, who was my hair stylist for a time. I’d always ask “how’s Cyrus doing?” It was hard not to like a young man like him. He was kind and honest, a free spirit. I might see him at Food City once in a blue moon. I heard about the time a rabid fox bit him and how he killed the fox before it could hurt anyone else.
After his motorcycle accident, many people posted pictures and thoughts of him; we all hoped and prayed for a miracle. Cyrus lived his life with such passion and energy. Some might say he took risks.
Cyrus died on Friday, September 27, 2019. His friends and family began the work of his funeral. Much of this grief journey was chronicled humbly on Facebook. Young men and women worked into the evening with chainsaws, headlamps, tears, and memories to carve his coffin from a large tree trunk.
Yesterday, his brothers, sisters, and friends dug his grave on the family’s property.
I hardly know what to think and what to say about all of this. This family has lived through this tragedy with grace. They’ve lived through it with their hearts wide open.
But mostly, I’ve thought about the brave and boyish way Cyrus Asa Lavers lived his life. He refused to be bubble-wrapped and honestly, I found it refreshing. I saw one of his young friends at the convenience store the other day and said “this world needs more young men like Cyrus.”
The 4th century theologian, St. Augustine of Hippo said “Bad times, hard times, that is what people keep saying; but let us live well, and times shall be good. We are the times: such as we are, such are the times.”
Cyrus Asa Lavers lived well. I’m so grateful I knew him. I’m comforted to know his friends who are young men like him. If such men are the times, times shall be good.
Rest in Peace, Cyrus Asa Lavers.