Shawn Tyler Hansen
1989 - 2008

Our beloved son, brother, grandson and friend, Shawn Tyler Hansen, found rest and recovery in the arms of his Savior on August 1st, 2008. He can now be loved and cared for in the way he loved and cared for his family and friends.

Shawn Tyler Howell Hansen was born to Martha Howell and Greggory Hansen November 15, 1989 in Salt Lake City, Utah.

He is survived by his parents, Mark and Larendee Roos, siblings Lindsay, Breana, Sabrina and Joshua Call, Hillary and Warren Roos of Bountiful, Utah; He is survived by his mother, Martha Howell, of Murray, Utah; his father Greggory Hansen of Portland, Oregon; his Uncle Alwyn Call, of Syracuse, Utah and numerous other Aunts and Uncles who helped raise him. He is also survived by other siblings Anson Call of Fort Knox Kentucky; Sara Call of Farmington, Utah; Aaron Call of Salt Lake City, Utah; Seth Hansen of Salt Lake City Utah; Grandparents Harvey and Belle Hansen of Rawlins, Wyoming; Geraldine Roos of Centerville, Utah; and aunt Jan Howell of Seattle, Washington.

He loved to camp, fish, canoe, snowboard, play in the ocean, skateboard, compose his own masterpieces at the piano and on his sketch pad. He loved to laugh and make others laugh. He loved spending time with his family and friends.

We will miss his dancing eyes and radiant smile, but know he will be with us always.

In lieu of flowers, the Shawn Tyler Hansen Foundation trust fund has been set up at America First Credit Union. The purpose of the foundation will be to provide services, resources and respite for loved ones struggling with addictions, other physical or mental illnesses and their caregivers.

Funeral services will be held at 11:00 a.m., Monday, August 11, 2008 at Russon Brothers Bountiful Mortuary, 295 North Main where friends and family may call Sunday evening from 6:00 - 8:00 p.m. and Monday morning 9:45 - 10:45 a.m. prior to services. Interment-Lakeview Cemetery.


His about me:

************* even if i gave a reason as to why i did what i did.. if i gave you an answer would it be good enough? i cant help but to be selfish. im out. PLUR ******************


Blog of a friend:

In memory of Shawn Tyler Hansen
Current mood: depressed
Category: sad Life

When someone dies we tend to ask ourselves; What can we learn from this trgedy? What can we take with us? Why did this have to happen? Was it really thier time? We go through so many emotions; Grief for the loss. Anger for the robbery of time. happiness for the good and cherished memories, and fear for what our lives hold in the future without them.

When I was told about Shawn I felt all of these emotions and had all of these questions. I was destroyed in an instant. I immediatly wanted someone to blame. The truth of the matter is that we are all to blame for losing Shawn as he is for giving up. See I realized that somewhere along the way we become too comfortable with the people in our lives, and we start to take for granted that they will always be around for us when we want or need them to be. They may not always tell us what they want us to hear so directly and sometimes we don't hear it until it is too late. In our comfort we get this really bad habit of paying attention to the bread crumbs that are more often then not dropped at our feet.

See Shawn tried to drop bread crumbs at my feet and he was more obvious about it but in my comfort with his presance I didn't see them. Days before his suicide he said he needed to talk in an instant message to me as I was about to leave for work, but I told him I just didn't have the time right then and if he could message me after I got home or a bit earlier the following morning. Shawn was dropping a bred crumb, but I had let myself become so consumed with what I was doing at that moment that I missed the crumb. Now alot of people have told me don't be hard on yourself, don't blame yourself, Shawn was going to do what he did no matter what you said or did. My argument is how do you know? I mean really how do you know? See I was very suicidal once and I dropped bread crumbs for people and no one picked up on one of them. The truth was that I didn't really want to die I wanted a reason to live I wanted someone to reach out thier hand and say ok let's talk let me show something worth fighting for in life. I was lucky and my attempt failed miserably but I was fortunate enough to realize that if it didn't work maybe it wasn't supposed to then. So yes I feel somewhat responsible for Shawn doing what he did, I didn't try and had I tried when he offered me the chance to perhaps things may have turned out differently. Perhaps they wouln't have I don't know but if you never try then you never know. Tell me I am wrong. Shawn I failed you in your time of need, I didn't listen when you wanted and needed to talk, and for that I am eternally sorry.

I have been told that there is no way to describe the feeling a parent has at the loss of thier child. Well for a time I was a proctor/foster parent for Shawn and today I feel a loss much different then anything I have felt loss over before. I could not have asked for a better kid to come into my life then Shawn, he had a way to make me smile everyday he was around me. I can only hope and pray that my three small children grow to be as smart, kind, and charming as he was. Today Shawn my heart hurts for you son, but you have managed to teach me one of the most valuable lessons even in your passing. We need to listen! We need to listen with all of our heart, because someone always needs us to hear! Thank you for the lesson Shawn you can be sure it is one I will never forget not for as long as I live. The following poem is for you Shawn I will miss you buddy until we meet once more...