The lost boys, the Hanna boys
This is an open letter to Father Crews:
Dear Father Crews: When you came to Hanna, I had already been there for three years. As Father Pulskamp’s successor, you had big shoes to fill. It didn’t take you long, however, to earn all the boys’ love and trust. You took charge, like the officer and gentleman you are, and made Hanna into an even better place than it already was (and it was already pretty great).
My relationship with you is a huge part of my memory growing up. My father had died when I was 8. I came to Hanna at 12. Eventually, you became (and always will be) my padre.
What you saw (and helped me to see) in that angry, hurting, terrified little boy was amazing and life-transforming. You taught me the meaning of loyalty, faith and sacrifice.
Being an accomplished and brilliant musician yourself, you saw a talent inside the angry kid, and you were the one who taught me that if I could dream it, I could achieve it.
Your encouragement and support didn’t stop when I graduated – it never stopped. Through the years, you have been my rock. I am a professional musician because of you, Father. I am a great dad because that’s what you have always been to me.
To those who would entertain the idea that this allegation is true, I say with all my heart: Do not believe it. God broke the mold when he created this wonderful person.
Father, if you read this, never doubt the difference you have made in so many lives. Never doubt the impact you have made in mine. Never doubt the unconditional love for you from so many of us, the Lost Boys, the Hanna Boys.
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Matt Grimes is a proud Hanna alumnus from the class of 1984 and now lives in Irvine.