With deepest sorrow, we announce the passing of an extraordinary son, grandson, brother, cousin, and friend. Masen Rory Crotty, age 20, of Janesville, left us unexpectedly on Tuesday morning. Masen was born September 7, 1998 in Janesville, Wisconsin the son of Jennifer D. Peterson and Rory J. Crotty.
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He attended school in McFarland, Wisconsin. He had a dedicated passion for shoes, skateboards, tattoos, and Lil’ Peep; and there was no skate park too fierce for Masen to surmount. He was a daredevil in a way that would often inspire his friends and family. His sense of humor was impeccable, and he had an amazing way of encouraging us all to keep smiling.
Masen cared about people in the purest way. He loved them for who they are, with honesty, and without asking for anything in return. Those who knew Masen, even a little, know that they will forever have an extraordinary guardian angel watching over them.
He is survived by his best friend and his greatest advocate, his mother, Jennifer Peterson; his father Rory Crotty; brothers and sister, Cameron Peterson, Madyson Crotty, and Julian Crotty; grandparents, Connie (Rick) Nance, Larry (Cheryl) Peterson, John Crotty, and Roxanne (Steve) Evenson; aunts and uncles, Sara (Kent) Smith, Stephanie Peterson, Joshua (Leanne) Personett, Marty (Lisa) Peterson, Mike Peterson, Mitch Peterson, and Tasha Amadon; innumerable cousins and friends; however; one specific cousin too significant not to mention; Chad Henning, thank you for all the time, patience, and understanding that you gave to Masen during his precious time with us. He was preceded in death by his cousin Stevie Pfeiffer.
To our sweet Masen, your wings were ready, but our hearts were not.
Love, your family
A Celebration of Life gathering will be held on Saturday, July 20, 2019 at the CONCOURSE HOTEL, 1 W. Dayton St., Madison, from 1:00 p.m. until 4:00 p.m. A private memorial service will take place at a later date.
....and she loved a little boy very, very much-
even more than she loved herself.
I'll lend you for a little while, a child of mine, God said
For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six or seven years, or forty-two or three, But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief
You'll always have his memories as a solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from Earth return. But there are lessons taught below I want this child to learn.
I've looked this whole world over in my search for teachers true
And from the folk that crowd life's lane I now have chosen you.
So will you give him all your love and not think the labour vain,
Nor hate me when I come to take this lent child back again?
I fancy that I heard him say "Dear God, thy will be done. For all the joys this child will bring
the risk of grief we'll run.
We will shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may
And for all the happiness we've ever known, we'll ever grateful stay.
But should the angels call him much sooner than we'd planned
We will brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand."