Sean Michael Moler July 2, 1996 - February 18, 2018 In Remembrance of...
When I think about Sean I think about sunshine. He was a beam of radiant light in my life, bringing laughter and warmth with him everywhere he went. His smile was contagious – sometimes warm and sincere, sometimes ornery and a little irreverent, but always contagious. At his funeral we heard over and over again about “that smile” from family and close friends, neighbors, classmates, coworkers, and mere acquaintances. It seems that Sean’s smile made an impact on people everywhere he went. Sean was born with a sunny, smiley disposition. He was a relatively easy baby and toddler, happy-go-lucky and carefree. He was content wherever we hauled him, poor kid. As the baby of the family he sat through innumerable sporting events, school programs, parent-teacher conferences, award ceremonies, doctor appointments, church events and so much more. Sean learned early on to entertain himself at these affairs, always making friends with the people around us, regardless of their age or gender. This penchant for making friends easily passed with him into adulthood. Sean had a ready smile and a helping hand. He was a hard worker and was generous with his time and abilities. When he knew people were struggling or suffering he went out of his way to encourage and support them, even when he didn’t know them very well. One thing that Sean did frequently was help people move. Moving is something that no one enjoys, but Sean would always show up with his truck and a big smile, ready to help out. Sean was also a wonderful uncle. He invested in his relationships with each of his nieces and nephews. He held them often as babies, lay on the floor with toddlers to play trains or do puzzles, came to school programs and sporting events for them as they grew older, and taught them how to play chess and ninja. The most remarkable thing about Sean was that he brightened the lives of others despite the sorrow in his own life. The loss of our dad at a young age, followed by the loss of his beloved grandmother left Sean with a profound sense of loss. And still only those closest to him were aware of his struggles. The value of Sean’s life was not in what he possessed but rather in what he gave away. I hope one day to be more like him.
Submitted by: Therese Moler
-Alicia Rios
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