The Irreplaceable Jeff Moody

You might be thinking that I’ve fallen off the edge of the earth lately. And I kind of feel as if I have.

On August 27th at 10:38am, I was sitting in Florida, with my best friend Jeff Moody. His wife, Jamie and I held his hands. Through tears, we said our goodbyes and told him how much we love him. For a moment, his eyes became bright and excited as if he were going to get out of the bed. He looked at Jamie and I, the corners of his mouth upturned in a smile and then he passed away.

oh, my friend…the pain of losing you.

Right now, as I write this, my heart feels broken in many tiny pieces….for two reasons – one, losing the best friend that I’ve ever had in my life and two, I am so sad for his family to have him not physically there with him – he has a beautiful wife, Jamie and two young children, Teva and Zeke, who miss him very much.

When I met him, Jeff was a wild punk rock boy with a rough past. He said what he thought and meant what he said. He helped so many people that were going through difficult times, because he’d been there and he knew how to get out of them. I loved him immediately because he had such a spark about him and a cracking wit. He was always a true friend to me, and gave me the courage to be myself. He was the best listener and he never judged me. He was his own unique self – one of a kind. He never cared what anyone thought about him. He did more in his short life, then most people would even dream of doing if they lived to be 100 years old.

The thing that makes me happy, is that Jeff wanted a family more than anything – and he got that – and I saw the love from Jamie, Teva and Zeke just completely transform his life. They made his life happy. And as his friend, it was so good to see that.

The days I will always remember….our nights bartending at the Lyric together, our conversations on the bench outside the Ashley, hitting the punk clubs together every Tuesday and Saturday, you lifting me up to crowdsurf for the first time, driving a million miles down 95 with the windows down listening to music at full blast and the road stretching out for forever.

We used to hang out at this dive called Respectables. The DJ used to play the same song at the end of every night without fail. It was “Haunted (as the Minutes Drag)” by Love and Rockets. When we’d hear that song, I’d drag your ass out to the floor to dance to the last song.
“And this is for the tears that won’t dry,
and this is for the bright blue sky,
and this is for when you feel lucky…”

Jeff, I was so lucky to have your love and friendship. The connection that we had together was so rare – it is something that can never be taken from us, not even by death itself. I am so grateful that we got to go on so many wonderful adventures together – and I look forward to seeing you again someday – continuing our journey elsewhere.

To my best friend, the unique and irreplaceable Jeff Moody….I love you forever.