Forrest Dorsey
I intend to share a seemingly similar reflection with the family by card, but figured it doesn’t hurt to double up.
Ever since Ian Moyers and I became friends there was a natural pull that kept us together. Wasn’t like we had any past upbringing together or anything, but rather found each other’s company fun and exciting. Some of the best times were had pushing each other through snowboarding. Through it all Don was always a figure that was present at the Mapleside house. I remember that home fondly because it reminded me of the one we grew up in on Sprague. Not by layout, but by its “home” feel. It was quaint and inviting…even if Don or Ian were acting like grumps ;). I knew Don to me a figure that wouldn’t mince words. He’d speak his mind and wouldn’t unnecessarily engage in conversation just to be friendly. Sure he’d be clever and sarcastic at times, but that was part of the figure. One I came to admire. He reminded me of my father. Crafted and molded through a life of work. Something I didn’t know how to fully appreciate until much later in life. Ian having a father that brought him along in work was something unfamiliar for me. I’ve always had some manner of respect for those that could “do things”. I must admit that I had a father that although the intent was good found himself inserting his creativity and know how into things that were mine to finish. I lived in a bit of a shadow in that respect. Having someone that knew quite a lot and wasn’t truly willing to allow his kin to fail at most things. It’s not all doom and gloom because I was naturally gifted in artistic ability. That much I put to use in many ways, uninhibited by others input.
I say all this because Don was a father to a friend that I had a great respect for. I saw what Ian was doing with his father and even though I wasn’t present for the majority of it. It was a sense that they were both helping each other and growing together. Something in reflecting that has some profound symbolism.
Don through what he taught his son and how he carried himself directly affected the person in Ian Moyers that I have such a great admiration for. So you see without Don Moyers there would be no Ian as I know him. That much I am ext extremely grateful for.
Ian and I are both parents now and building our own families. From past to present we have been through some things that only through forgiveness, respect, and mutual understanding have found a way to keep the friendship very much alive and well.
Don, your time on this earth was not in vein. See you in Heaven one day.
-Forrest Dorsey