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Logan Philip Schwab passed away,unexpectedly but peacefully, in his sleep on Nov. 18, 2018, in Davis, fromcomplications related to congestive heart failure diagnosed in August 2018. He was 22 years old.

In lieu of flowers and for those who have asked, to honor both of Logan's purest joys, his family identified a nonprofit charity that provides fishing experiences for children with special needs and that Logan would have loved! .

He is survived by his parents Paul and Tory Schwab, his sister Elly Schwab, his grandfather Richard Schwab, his "fur brothers" Gus and TJ, all of Davis, and by his grandmother Linda Middlesworth of Sacramento. Logan also leaves behind an incredible family network of aunts, uncles and cousins. Logan's sweet puppy, Marco, dearly misses him, too. Loganwas predeceased by his beloved "Balloon Grandma," Sonya Schwab of Davis.

His loved ones cannot describe their pain and devastation. They miss him so deeply and always will.

Logan's family is grateful for, and comforted by, the wide swath of family, friends, neighbors, co-workers (of his and theirs), teachers, classmates, teammates, "fishin' buddies," and community members who were forevertouched by their wonderful "Fishboy."

Most who knew Logan will remember an immense personality and his unrelenting thirst for the outdoors. As a baby, Logan rarely settled down unless he was outside, even on cold winter nights. He became an adventurer who traveled through Europe on his own dime for two months, just after his nineteenth birthday, largely in memory of his Grandpa Dave. His passion for the outdoors defined, embodied, and sometimes consumed him.

Logan caught his first fish in 1998, at the age of two, which started his "addiction," as he put it. He identified so much with his fishing, that he would choose the number 98 for his soccer jerseys to honor his "First Fish Year" rather than any other special number.

Logan would fish for any species, at any time of day, in any weather, in any place he figured fish would strike his lure, bait or fly. Logan seemed most at home in the mountains which he loved and respected and photographed with his incredible eye for the perfect picture. He cast lines in the Sierras, the Alps, the Rockies, and a couple of times in the Cascades. His favorite places, though, were his brook trout and northern pike waters in Montana, where he visited many summers with family and friends, growing up near his namesake, Logan Pass, on the Going to the Sun Highway.

Though he learned, and greatly out-mastered, his dad's love of fishing, Logan cherished his hikes, mountain climbs, boating and camping trips, shopping sprees, dog walks, and his incredibly open and deep conversations, which often lasted late into the night, with his mama.

Even though he perfected his dodgeball skills early on by throwing the couch pillows at his sister, to get her to move out of the way of the television or just to knock her over, Logan was unbreakably protective of Elly. He would react strongly anytime he felt she was in danger. He loved her from the day she was brought home and would spend countless hours cuddling and hugging her. He loved to brag about his sister to strangers who happened to be around.

Logan was a talented cook who enjoyed sharing his creations with friends, family, and occasional random campers. He appreciated art and had collected several pieces starting from a young age. He enjoyed many types of music, especially classic rock and radio country.He relished traditions and celebrations, especially with his family.

Many are unaware of Logan's joy and enthusiasm helping underdogs or those with special needs. During pre-school, he was often brought in to calm fussy infants at his daycare. In elementary school, Logan would escort a couple of his classmates to the restroom or to lunch, and often subtly gave food or clothing to the needy. To his parents, he reported joy and excitement volunteering for the Special Olympics program through CSU Chico.

The one "best" word for Logan was intense. Logan was intensely loving and protective, intensely intelligent, creative and funny, intensely handsome and athletic, intensely competitive and giving, intensely brave, confident, and vulnerable, intensely hardworking, resourceful, and capable, intensely messy (until he wanted things intensely tidy), and, unfairly, intensely anxious at times. Everyone who spent much time with Logan would be able to say he was intensely something, and those who really knew and understood him will remember him as an intensely incredible human being.