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Alexei Kieran Lawler March 5, 1978 - June 5, 2023

Alex was born March 5, 1978, in Brush Prairie, WA. to parents Gregory and Barbara.  He passed away June 5, 2023, in Portland at the age of 45.

A celebration of Alex’s life will be at 2:00p.m., Saturday, June 17, 2023, at Gresham Memorial Chapel.

A celebration of life will be at 2:00p.m., Saturday, June 17, 2023, at Gresham Memorial Chapel.

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    Sabrina says

    Alex was an irreplaceable, precious man who will be deeply missed here on Earth. He
    was utterly unique, brilliant, and had a laugh that was brash and generous. He was
    never afraid to be who he was.

    He came into the world at home, on a cold and clear early spring day, and became our
    beloved little brother. When we were very young he was always my precious “Sasha,”
    the Russian nickname for Alexei, and he was a ball of energy, a joyful explorer of the
    world. At the age of three, he headed off to preschool, so that my mom could go to
    nursing school to support her kids. While there, he learned to sing, and had the most
    lovely voice. I can still hear his sweet little voice singing the old song, “Shenandoah.” The song tells of a river boatman who is longing for his love, the
    daughter of an Iowa Native chief, and dreams of returning to her, though the river
    carries him far away. Many years later, Alex married Crystal, a member of the
    Confederated Tribes of Siletz, whose family has been here since before memory. He
    deeply honored and respected that history. He reminded me in a recent letter that I
    needed to make sure that their son, K, was getting exposed to the drumming of
    his mother’s people, not just the Mozart and Beethoven that Alex loved. Working on
    it, Brother!

    Alex was brave, and he lived life on his own terms, even when he was a little kid.
    When he was three years old, we were at Laurelhurst Park on a warmish day with my
    mom. Alex was standing next to me, gazing peacefully into the water. Suddenly he just
    let himself fall, face-first, into the water! I’ve never seen my mother move so fast, as
    she leaped into the pond to pull him out. He was pretty surprised, but he wasn’t really
    upset. It’s almost like he needed to investigate the pond fully, and that was just how
    you did it. You just went in!

    When he was little, he was also a big fan of his yellow Tonka dump truck, and making
    mud pies in the back yard. But for all of his life he was the biggest fan of his big
    brother Nick. For some reason we children were separated when our parents split, and this caused great sadness and difficulty. Fortunately, Alex and Nick still had a bond that nothing could break. They were
    together through thick and thin, and I don’t really remember them fighting much,
    except for play-fighting in the back yard, being ninjas and wrestling each other’s noses
    into the grass. Nick and Alex were inseparable, and even when they were kept apart
    when Alex moved to New York for a while, or when Nick was taken on round-the-
    world trips, they always came back together as if they just belonged together. When the younger siblings came along, Alex embraced them, too. He loved being a big brother, but I think he was also an intense teaser. By that time I’d moved out and begun working, so the younger siblings obviously have much more to say than I do on those years!

    During his teen years, we enjoyed ski trips and beach trips together when he came down to Los
    Angeles to visit me, and his presence was always welcome and joyful. There was
    something about the curiosity and joy with which he engaged life that was captivating.
    He was always questioning, always wondering. His recent letter also mentioned that he
    was reading philosophy, and finding Kierkegaard and Schopenhauer interesting. Alex’s mind was
    formidable, and he never stopped being curious and learning. He took all of his
    experiences and learned from them, and he was always trying to make sense of the
    world.

    Today we are here to celebrate his life. By far, Alex’s proudest accomplishment was
    being the father of four brilliant and amazing sons. Now he is a grandfather, and I know that had he survived, he would have been so very proud of little T, and tried to be the best grandfather he could be.

    To his sons: My dears, you should all remember that despite his challenges, Alex was
    always fiercely proud and full of love for all of you. He wanted to be there for you,
    and never gave up hope that he would, someday. I hear his big, joyful laugh bubbling out of you, and I see Alex in your brilliance, your curiosity, your desire to push back on things that don’t make sense.

    All of you inherited precious aspects from your
    father, and he always wished he could do more, and be more, for you.

    My prayer is that you all deeply know that we are here for you to call on in
    times of sadness, adversity, or joy. Know that we love you and want to be there for
    you, even though we can never be what you have lost. Don’t ever hesitate to reach
    out. Together we will walk through this life.

    We are all of us, after all, just walking each other home. Let us do so in joyful
    expectation that one day we’ll see Alex, and all of our dearly departed relatives and
    friends. They will all surround us in a great circle of love and joy, as we finally arrive at
    our eternal home, in the merciful and warm embrace of our eternal Creator. God doesn’t make mistakes, and He loves each one of us, and created each of us for a beautiful and essential purpose.

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