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It’s been just over 5 months since my son Jesse lost his best friend. At the time I couldn’t write much about it. Our family was dealing with some pretty heavy stuff and the loss of Moe just threw us all into a tailspin. Moe was so much more than my son’s friend.
Jesse and Moe were born on the very same day, one in Ohio and the other in Wyoming. Jesse and Moe met when their older brothers played baseball together, before the two of them even started kindergarten. I’m not sure Jesse has much memory of childhood before Moe. Jesse’s great Uncle Joe was married to Moe’s great Aunt Kathy. All of this added up to two best friends who were also “twin cousins.”
This day, October 6, belonged to them. It was their day.
But this bond extended beyond the two boys. Moe was as much my son as any of these kids who call me mom. And Jesse loves Moe’s mom, Connie, as his own mother. Moe was part of this family as Jesse has been a part of Moe’s family. I’m not even sure how to explain it to someone who has never had this kind of relationship. I just know that as I sit here marveling at the wonderful man my son has become, I’m crying for the “son” that we lost. My heart is breaking for Connie and Bob but also for myself, for Jess and for all of us who lost this amazing man.
Moe had a heart as big as the Wyoming sky. He was so full of life and love that I can’t even imagine this world without him in it. Even now, it just doesn’t seem possible. More than anyone else I’ve ever lost, I just can’t shake the feeling that Moe is right here, right at my kitchen counter chatting or at the shop helping the guys cut wood.
Someday I may get through this day without tears. Someday I may be able to remember Moe and not feel this aching. Someday I may understand why.
Today, I’ll just wish my boys a happy birthday.
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{{{Marisa}}} Happy birthday to both of your boys today.
Thanks, Amy.
I can so relate to this story. My parents were hit in a fatal car crash a little over two years ago and life has never been the same. The sad thing is I had just flown home to Tulsa from San Diego to help them buy their last home. Only to find that six months later they would be in a bad wreck and never get to go home again.
I miss them every day!
God Bless your Son and your family!
That is such a moving posting, Marisa. Thanks for sharing it. My brother lost one of his best friends when we were kids. It’s hard, for sure, but life has a way of letting us sort things out over time.