The Thing About Jaime

The world lost a beautiful man last night. I struggled writing this, as it just seems so wrong…writing about him in the past tense. I kept writing “He is” and having to go back and correct myself…He was.

It seems impossible that someone who shone so brightly could leave us so soon.


I remember a story about when Jaime met Melissa, his future wife. He told her that his name was spelled Jaime (rather than Jamie), because “J’aime” means “I love” in French.

Honestly, we had a good laugh about that, because – Come on! What a line!

But…the thing about Jaime was, although I’m sure he delivered this explanation of his name with a grin and a twinkle in his eye…it was the truth.

He loved.

The love and devotion that Melissa and Jaime had for each other was always plain to see. They really cared for and respected each other. They still looked at each other like people in love. They also had fun – they made each other laugh every day. Jaime was always quick with his wit, and Melissa loved that about him. Even when he was experiencing the worst days of his life with his illness, he loved to make her laugh.

They loved the life they built together. Melissa, and their children – Ryan, Gavin, Maeve and Michelle were the center of Jaime’s universe. He was so proud of each of his children. He always smiled broadly whenever he spoke of them.

He loved. 

His love was big enough for his whole community. He really cared…about everyone. If you were talking to Jaime, you had his full attention. He had a way of making each person feel like they were really important to him – because they were.

We all were.

Over the years I have heard so many stories about things that Jaime did or said to help others, and you know what….not one of those stories did I ever hear from Jaime. Not one.

He was so humble.

Nothing he did was ever for recognition or even for a thank you. It was because that was who he was. He knew no other way to be.

He loved. 

I am sure in the coming days and weeks, so many more stories about Jaime’s big heart will come pouring out from the community, because not only did he love…he was loved.

So loved. 


2 thoughts on “The Thing About Jaime

  1. Jeremy Santos

    Jaime Crowley was one of a kind. He was respected by all of his students. I attended Mount Hope in Bristol and graduated in 2002. For my entire four years there, Mr. Crowley was my French teacher and having him as a teacher made me look forward to class. His methods were fun. His personality was easy going. He was the most modest person you would ever meet. I remember one day, walking down the hall, he spotted my KISS shirt and he just pointed and yelled out “Yeah! KISS!” and you could tell he meant it. He had great taste in classic rock. And it showed when he allowed us to bring in CDs to listen to during class. I also would walk into class a few minutes early, before he or the rest of the class arrived and I would immediately draw a caricature of Ozzy Osbourne on the chalk bored with the lyrics to “Mister Crowley” below it. Every time he walked in and saw that he laughed. You could tell it made him happy. The news of his untimely passing is heartbreaking to all of us that had the privilege of knowing him, and I am sure that in the coming days, there will be many more memories from former students on here. His legacy will live on. My heart goes out to his entire family, and to everyone who he touched. He will be deeply missed. Rest in peace buddy!