Remembrance

 Conner is my big brother who never failed to show me what a real man is. I miss him daily, but I know he’s here with us and sending us signs. LLCF💚

Charley

   While golfing one morning, Conner shanked a golf shot. While being frustrated, he threw his club and it got stuck in a tree. Him and I tried to get it down for 10 minutes. It was super funny and he finally broke his frustration with a laugh. This is my favorite memory aside from the countless baseball memories. Love you Conner!

Daniel Healy

We used to have a special music playlist just to play zombies for hours! I miss you every day

Tony Franco

When you were with Conner the room was always brighter. I remember being at baseball practices with him and always laughing and having a great time because he was always smiling and bringing his peers up.

Blaze Workman

We were driving home from taylorsville after something with the family but our parents took a different car and right before we got into town or favorite song started playing (Mr. Right Now by 21 Savage) and we both started yelling it. And then he started playing Juice World’s album “Goodbye and Good riddance. That is now my favorite Juice World album.

Aubrey Franco

Conner, I miss you more than words could ever explain. There isn’t a single hour that goes by that I don’t think about you and all of the memories we shared. I still find myself thinking about the little moments that, at the time, seemed so ordinary, but now mean everything to me. I remember being at the West Jordan house and we dared you to eat a glob of wasabi paste. I remember being in Florida together, making a spectacle of ourselves in the Oriental section of Disney. Those moments may have seemed small, but they are some of the memories I hold closest to my heart.
   I’ll always be grateful that I could call you at practically any point in the day. Whether you were working or at school, you would always answer. No matter what was going on, you always made time for me. That was one of the things I loved most about you, you were always there.
   I think about the time you took me to the airport and I almost missed my flight because I accidentally left your car keys in my pocket. You had to turn around, and instead of getting angry, we just laughed about it together. That was you. You could make even the most stressful moments into something we would eventually laugh about.
   I wish I could call you now. I wish I could hear your voice, tell you about my day, or make another stupid memory with you. I would give anything for just one more conversation, one more laugh, or one more ordinary day together.
   You were my little brother, but you were also so much more than that. You were my friend, someone I could always count on, and someone who brought so much laughter and happiness into my life. Losing you has left a space that can never truly be filled.
   I hope you knew how much you are loved. I hope you knew how proud I am to call you my brother. And I hope that wherever you are, you know that I will carry you and our memories with me for the rest of my life.
   I miss you, Conner. I love you, and I always will.

Jadin McArdle

On my birthday 2 years ago me and aubrey wanted pizza rolls and he brought us like 2 bags all cause it was my birthday.

Kayleigh

I knew you since you were about 8 years old. That pinch at the outer corners of your eyes when you smiled never changed even after so many other things did - missing teeth, braces, peach fuzz and then mustache. I’ll miss that, and of course you, forever. Love you Conner.

Massiell

When my Conner was probably 7 years old, I took him and his sister Aubrey to the Utah Olympic Park in Park City. We did a ropes course there where they offered a small course and a big course. Naturally Conner chose the larger, harder course. The course looked intimidating even to me, but I had to be a good uncle and lead by example so I went ahead of him.
   I was so focused on not falling off and making sure I finished quickly to help Aubrey through her course that I almost missed it when Conner’s fear of heights finally caught with him about half way through the course. I had never seen him look so genuinely scared that way. We started exploring every possible resolution. He definitely wasn’t going to be able to continue, but he also refused to be descended slowly by his harness, which would have signified his surrender.
   I worked my way back to him and worked out a system where I did the easy part of climbing through each obstacle while Conner did the hard part of hanging on to my neck; my voice-box to be specific. My nephew was always an expert negotiator. When my voice immediately became hoarse being crushed in the tiny death grip of his 7 year old hands (again more impressive than you’d expect) Conner quickly converted our fear into laughter by calling me Bat-Uncle, wearing a Conner cape.
   That’s who he always was. The impressive young man who was willing to take on more than he could chew and refused to quit. Who knew how to make hardship more palatable through his comedy. I love him and I’ll carry him everywhere with me no matter how raspy it makes my voice. 💔

Bryan Franco