Ruth, Jasmine, and Zoe, Bill and Eileen,Leeane and family,
The first time I remember hearing about Clayton was when Ruth was coaching wheelchair rugby. At the time, we were both working in the "old" Wascana Rehab Centre building. There was a certain team member for whom she spent quite some time deciding on the perfect Xmas present. I think she chose a cable TV subscription. Soon it became clear why she had given it so much thought! Meeting Clayton, it also became clear why Ruth was so interested. He was unique - his whole joie de vivre and determination, his warm and friendly manner, his indisputable, absolute capability. It freaked me out the first time I saw him jump out of his truck, stand up on his spasms, and grab his chair from the back. And of course he didn't need any help. He had it cased!
Clayton was a pioneer in wheelchair sports, a pioneer in deciding that the wheelchair was not going to define him or his life - or if it was, he would write a whole new definition. The wheelchair became just another mode of transportation, not a liability or a limitation. And it seemed that Clayton had no limits. In his modest, down-to-earth manner, he made it seem that anyone could set an impossible goal and make it come true. Because he did, over and over again. He set his standard for excellence and worked until he got there. He was incredibly self-disciplined, training on the highway or on his rollers day in and day out. He won Olympic gold medals and set world records, consistently, for so many years. He was an "ordinary" guy who did extraordinary things.
As a young father, we were all astounded to see him as the main caregiver for baby Jasmine when Ruth went back to work after 6 months of mat leave. With Jasmine perched (precariously?!) on his lap, he would wheel around the house and do whatever needed to be done. It all became so commonplace. Zoe, a much more rambunctious, unpredictable baby, actually scared Clayton, I think (a feat, I believe, accomplished by little in this life. Clayton lived his life fearlessly.)
Clayton was a friend and mentor to so many - to those who had experienced life-changing, catastrophic events, and, equally, to those who experienced life! With all the travelling and accolades for being the outstanding world-class athlete that he was, Clayton remained very much the "guy next door" who was fun to invite over for dinner and have a drink with.
Clayton was a tremendous athlete, a wonderful human being, a compassionate friend who often reached out to others. I think it's true to say that thousands of people are better people because of Clayton. We feel so fortunate to have known him.
Our hearts go out to you, Clayton's beloved. May memories of his laughter and love lighten these dark days.
The first time I remember hearing about Clayton was when Ruth was coaching wheelchair rugby. At the time, we were both working in the "old" Wascana Rehab Centre building. There was a certain team member for whom she spent quite some time deciding on the perfect Xmas present. I think she chose a cable TV subscription. Soon it became clear why she had given it so much thought! Meeting Clayton, it also became clear why Ruth was so interested. He was unique - his whole joie de vivre and determination, his warm and friendly manner, his indisputable, absolute capability. It freaked me out the first time I saw him jump out of his truck, stand up on his spasms, and grab his chair from the back. And of course he didn't need any help. He had it cased!
Clayton was a pioneer in wheelchair sports, a pioneer in deciding that the wheelchair was not going to define him or his life - or if it was, he would write a whole new definition. The wheelchair became just another mode of transportation, not a liability or a limitation. And it seemed that Clayton had no limits. In his modest, down-to-earth manner, he made it seem that anyone could set an impossible goal and make it come true. Because he did, over and over again. He set his standard for excellence and worked until he got there. He was incredibly self-disciplined, training on the highway or on his rollers day in and day out. He won Olympic gold medals and set world records, consistently, for so many years. He was an "ordinary" guy who did extraordinary things.
As a young father, we were all astounded to see him as the main caregiver for baby Jasmine when Ruth went back to work after 6 months of mat leave. With Jasmine perched (precariously?!) on his lap, he would wheel around the house and do whatever needed to be done. It all became so commonplace. Zoe, a much more rambunctious, unpredictable baby, actually scared Clayton, I think (a feat, I believe, accomplished by little in this life. Clayton lived his life fearlessly.)
Clayton was a friend and mentor to so many - to those who had experienced life-changing, catastrophic events, and, equally, to those who experienced life! With all the travelling and accolades for being the outstanding world-class athlete that he was, Clayton remained very much the "guy next door" who was fun to invite over for dinner and have a drink with.
Clayton was a tremendous athlete, a wonderful human being, a compassionate friend who often reached out to others. I think it's true to say that thousands of people are better people because of Clayton. We feel so fortunate to have known him.
Our hearts go out to you, Clayton's beloved. May memories of his laughter and love lighten these dark days.


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