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Denny Moore
Jun. 24th, 2010 07:49 amI was devastated to hear that Denny Moore passed away yesterday morning.
Denny was the father of my good friend Stauche. I met Stauche when I was in 6th grade, but we didn't become good friends until the end of our 8th grade year.
My parents separated when I was 15. My father moved to Dayton, Washington, a small town over an hour away from my home in Clarkston. My little brother and sister eventually went with him. My mother, trying to keep her marriage together, split her time between Clarkston and Dayton. Mom didn't want to force me to change schools because her younger sister had a bad experience changing schools when they were kids. I was left alone most of the time and emancipated when I was 16. I've always been grateful to my mom for allowing me to stay in Clarkston.
But, like I said, I was alone most of the time. Usually, I was ok with this, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't get lonely.
The Moore's house became a second home to me. Stauche's parents, Denny and Linda, became second parents. They were always there and always willing to help or listen. It wasn't just me they did this for, either. They took in kids who had nowhere else to go and no one to watch over them. Their house was always a safe haven for our motley group of friends.
It's been over 10 years since I moved away from Clarkston, but every time I went back to visit, I made sure I stopped at the Moore's house just to say hi. And every time I was welcomed in with open arms.
Denny will be sorely missed, but his kindness and goodness lives on in those of us he helped raise.
Denny was the father of my good friend Stauche. I met Stauche when I was in 6th grade, but we didn't become good friends until the end of our 8th grade year.
My parents separated when I was 15. My father moved to Dayton, Washington, a small town over an hour away from my home in Clarkston. My little brother and sister eventually went with him. My mother, trying to keep her marriage together, split her time between Clarkston and Dayton. Mom didn't want to force me to change schools because her younger sister had a bad experience changing schools when they were kids. I was left alone most of the time and emancipated when I was 16. I've always been grateful to my mom for allowing me to stay in Clarkston.
But, like I said, I was alone most of the time. Usually, I was ok with this, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't get lonely.
The Moore's house became a second home to me. Stauche's parents, Denny and Linda, became second parents. They were always there and always willing to help or listen. It wasn't just me they did this for, either. They took in kids who had nowhere else to go and no one to watch over them. Their house was always a safe haven for our motley group of friends.
It's been over 10 years since I moved away from Clarkston, but every time I went back to visit, I made sure I stopped at the Moore's house just to say hi. And every time I was welcomed in with open arms.
Denny will be sorely missed, but his kindness and goodness lives on in those of us he helped raise.
