If you wrote a poem about Lane, or if you ever met him
and would like to share your memories of Lane,
please consider e-mailing it to me to put on this page.
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Thank you very much!

Dear Sharon,

I am sure you hear this all the time but I did know Lane Frost. My family is from Okalahoma and the
first time I met him was a high school rodeo. Not long after that my father was transferred and we 
moved to California (big culture shock). Anyway I still followed the H.S. rodeo circuit even though 
I was not riding anymore (no place to keep the horse). Not long after I became an adult I moved to 
Flagstaff AZ. where I happened to run into Lane, Tuff, Cody L., Cody C. and many others at a rodeo. 
I went up and re-introduced myself to them and Lane acted as if we had never lost contact and we 
were the best of friends.
I love your website and I am wanting to add this to it. It is a letter I started writing to Lane not long
after his death and I finished it a few years later I would like it if you include it and pass a copy of it
on to Clyde and Elsie, I think they would appreciate it.

Thank You, TC Swope

Dear Lane

  There were so many times I wanted to write this letter, but I feel it’s now to late.  
But even though you are not with us in body you are in spirit and there’s things that just can’t wait.

  Dear Lane,

      You were always the one that brought us together, that is just people in general.  
We watch and cheered as you rode the bulls hoping for a real great score and whether you 
made the 8 seconds or got bucked off you were the model of the rodeo cowboy a true gentleman 
in everyway.  You know when two of your buddies disagreed you were always the one to keep 
the peace.  Maybe you don’t know it, but small children and adults alike always looked up to you.  
You were the one that everyone wanted to be, and even after all this time every bull rider I know 
always talks about Lane Frost the World Champion and the person that he really is.  

From the day you were born your destiny was already planned but you were taken away much to soon.  
In the short time you were here you touched many lives, starting when you were young and 
never ending even after you’ve gone.  There is not one day that goes by that I don’t think about you, 
whether it is by watching a rodeo or hearing a familiar song.  You know it sure is funny every-time 
I walk into a rodeo arena I see you there.  Sometimes it’s hard to believe that you are really gone.  
I know what happened in Cheyenne was real, but I keep thinking I’m dreaming a real bad dream 
and one day I will wake up and somehow you will be there.  There in the Rodeo of life bucking out 
another Red Rock or being one of the few to conquer Bodacious.  

But I know that will never happen so I must live the memory of you.  
So in the closing of this letter I just want to say, that as long as there is a breath in me 
I will never let them forget you or your name because you are a true cowboy 
and Rodeo was your game.

  Always, TC   

..Roger Creech, Hillsboro, Texas, June 25, 2001

Here's a poem that was given to me when my brother Kelly Newton Creech was killed 
in a boating accident on Lake Whitney at the age of 22. 
As a matter of fact, he was killed one year ago today. 
It says a lot of things that people feel when they lose a loved one. 
While I did not know Lane, 
I was in high school when he was on top of the circuit and eventually killed. 
I just saw 8 seconds this weekend and found your website this morning.
 I hope this poem means as much to you as it has to me.

Sincerely, Roger Creech, Hillsboro, Texas, June 25, 2001

“How long will the pain last?” A broken-hearted mourner asked me.  
“All the rest of your life.”  I had to answer truthfully.  We never quite forget.  
No matter how many years pass, we remember. 
 The loss of a loved one is like a major operation; part of us is removed, 
and we have a scar for the rest of our lives.

This does not mean that the pain continues at the same intensity. 
There is a short while, at first, when we hardly believe it;
 it is rather like when we have cut our hand, we see the blood flowing, but the pain has not set in yet. 
So when we are bereaved, there is a short while before the pain hits us. 
But when it does, it is massive in its effect. Grief is shattering.

Then the wound begins to heal. It is like going through a dark tunnel. 
Occasionally we glimpse a bit of light up ahead,
 then we lose sight of it a while, then see it again, and one day we merge into the light. 
We are able to laugh, to care, to live. 
The wound is healed so to speak, the stitches are taken out, and we are whole again.

But not quite. The scar is still there, and the scar tissue too.  
As the years go by, we manage.  
There are things to do, people to care for, tasks that call for full attention.  
But the pain is still there, not far below the surface. We see a face that looks familiar, 
hear a voice that has echoes, 
see a photograph in someone’s album, 
see a landscape that once we saw together, 
and it is as though the knife were in the wound again.

But not so painfully. And mixed with joy too. 
 Because remembering a happy time is not all sorrow; 
it brings back happiness with it.

As a matter of fact, we even seek such moments of bittersweet remembrance. 
We have our religious memories and our memorial days, and our visits to the cemetery.  
And though these bring back the pain, they bring back memories of joy as well.

How long will the pain last?

Author Unknown

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