I haven't wanted to post this. But the month is about gone and I want this to be in the correct month. We aren't in shock any more but we haven't really accepted it either. He will be missed more than I can express.
Geoffrey John McRae, 29, returned home to his Heavenly Father on June 17, 2016 following a traffic accident at the hands of a drunk driver.
Funeral services will be held on Tuesday, June 28, 2016, at 10 a.m. at the Saginaw Ward Building located at 300 Ridgecrest Drive, Saginaw, TX., 76179. The family will be present to receive friends on Monday, June 27, 2016 from 6 to 8 p.m. at Biggers Funeral Home, 6100 Azle Ave., Lake Worth, TX., 76135.
In lieu of flowers please consider sending donations to support his family financially during this difficult transition
Geoff was born October 15, 1986 in Provo, Utah to David and Anne McRae. He grew up in Southern California where he developed a zest for life. To sum up Geoff's earthly existence, he was beautiful. He was loving, kind, funny, and helpful. He was a faithful husband, father, son, brother, and friend. He was fiercely loyal to his friends and family. On more than one occasion, he could be found putting aside his own projects to help a friend in need. Geoff was a lover of life, an example to many, and a man amongst men.
Geoff was an active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and served an honorable two year mission for the church in Fort Worth, Texas. Geoff truly loved missionary work and serving others. All that he came in contact with felt his love for his Savior Jesus Christ. He loved to serve and he loved those that he served. After his service he returned to Fort Worth to marry his new love, McKinzie. Geoff had met his match, his equal, and his challenge. Someone who was more stubborn and appreciated his need for friends and could match his sarcasm and moods. They made a great couple and were perfect for each other.
Geoff enjoyed working with his hands and creating complex wood working projects for their home. Most of the furniture in his home was built by his creative hand. He was very talented and if he lacked anything in talent, he more than made up for it in determination to get the project finished.
Geoff was a registered EMT and studied to become a Firefighter/Paramedic for a time in Fort Worth, but ultimately chose a different path when he began working for Rio Oil and Gas. He loved what he was doing as an analyst and loved everybody that he worked with.
Geoff was taken too early.
He is survived by his wife McKinzie; his sons, Adam (6) and Dexter (2 months); his daughter, Harley (3); brothers, Joel McRae and Austin Rowe, sisters, Aubrey Kleinschmidt and husband, Michael and Cheyenne Rowe; parents Bill and Anne Rowe, and David McRae.
On the inside of the program are the words of a song that made a difference on his path back to the Gospel.
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own?
It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men
There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone
If you should stand then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home
McKinzie asked us to share a memory about Geoff to be added to the life sketch. Here they are in no particular order.
The first time Geoff and Elder Davis were coming to dinner at our house, as I was washing my hands at the kitchen sink, he leans over the bar by the family room and sorta under his breath says, "So...does your sister come here often?" It was right then I knew they were getting married.
One of my first memories of Geoff was when he was a missionary in our Ward and our then 5 1/2 year wanted to know if missionaries were Super Heros. The next Sunday we asked Elder McRae, I held my breath as he answered, Yes! Elder McRae told Carson that the best superpower is the priesthood! From that moment on Carson loved the thought of being a missionary and he loved Geoff.
Another memory is shortly after McKinzie and Geoff were married I was watching Adam on my usual Friday. One Friday we went to run a few errands and Adam was acting different. Instead of riding in the cart or staying close he was playing and hiding in the clothes, running down the aisles. Geoff had ruined him. Geoff played in the stores with Adam. Geoff made EVERYTHING fun.
One day, in 8th grade, I got off the bus to see Geoff walking across my street to get my brothers from a friends house. I ran down the sidewalk to them and, as a greeting, he picked me up and spun me around, like a big brother you hadn't seen in a while. He then asked us for our permission to marry our sister. I was so excited. For as long as I could remember I'd wanted a big brother and now I'd get one!
Very recently, I saw a glimpse of the sibling relationship moments I cherish. I was supposed to send a recent picture of myself in a long with a thank you letter for a scholarship I'd been awarded. Geoff immediately thought of some picture he claimed he'd seen on Facebook somewhere and set off on a search. Somehow, he found it and got kinda excited. I suggested another photo and he told me, "No, I like this one more. You're hair looks better. You look so good in this picture." And i know it seems trivial, but he helped me find this random picture that months before he'd taken notice of. I wasn't just this irritating irrational teenage sister-in-law that came along with the love of his life. I felt like his little sister, and I felt I had that big brother I'd forever dreamed of.
Whenever I think of Geoff, I think of two things. I think that Geoff was like a Boy Scout, he was always prepared for anything and always had his pocketknife with him. Once on a family reunion we all went to a lake in Nebraska and there was this part of the lake where you could jump in the lake and be surrounded by fish. Well, I wanted to catch one. All that I had was a water bottle with a hole that was too tiny to catch a fish in. But Geoff pulled out his pocketknife and cut it open so I could catch a fish in it. I was so happy. But now that I had the tool to do it, I realized that I was not good at catching fish. I never caught a fish that day.
The next thing I think of whenever I think of Geoff was that Geoff was like a big brother to Adam and Harley, and to Mason and me. He always played with us and he was really fun, but still very protective of all of us. I think that Geoff was more of a big brother to Adam and Harley than a dad.
The first memory is shortly after he arrived as a missionary in our ward. He bore his testimony, I remember him saying, "The book is blue, the Church is true, and Jesus loves you". I thought cute but not very reverent- how did this guy get out of the MTC? But how he could connect with people, he was genuine and people felt it.
The second memory was the day he asked me if he could marry McKinzie. I knew it was coming but as we walked around the block near our home, he expressed his love for her and Adam and I knew without any question that he would love my daughter as much as I do.
Sometime after McKinzie and Geoff were married Geoff would spin me around in the laundry basket in our entry way. He would spin both Carson and me. It was fun. Geoff made most things fun.
Adam, Retta, and Carson wrote something to put in Geoff's casket, to be cremated with him.
We are so grateful for McKinzie and Geoff's Ward, our home Ward. They have been amazing with helping with food, mowing her yard, their willingness to help with her kids. You name it they have offered it. Plus the community and our friends have reached out to help financially. I'm so humbled by all of this compassion.