A Time to Mourn….
To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven:
…A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance…
– Ecclesiastes 3:1,4
This wonderful gift of life that God created and sustains in His children can bring with it many sudden changes as we go along — stark reminders that this is not our home, and we are but pilgrims on a journey. That truth hit us very hard this week. A family lost a beloved husband, father and grandfather; our community lost a gifted, creative, tireless and dedicated outdoor recreation advocate; and our BOMB fellowship lost a long-time member and passionate rider with the sudden passing of Ted Moon this past Wednesday. In the wake of this stunning loss, BOMB Co-Leader Robert Fairfax shared this poignant tribute:
It’s with great sadness and many tears that I write this. My friend and best riding buddy, Ted Moon passed away yesterday. Probably his heart but it’s not known yet exactly how. He was one of a kind and one of the best friends I’ve ever had. He was the first to pitch in and help and made friends wherever he went. I’m going to miss you, Ted. Thanks for all the prayers, bike rides and laughs we shared.
Ted found our fledgling group sometime during the summer of its first season in 2008, and from then on he was without a doubt one of the most active riders in our humble little fellowship. Not only a skilled cyclist, Ted brought with him an infectious enthusiasm and passion that added the element of fun to our outings. He was constantly inviting other people to join us. In fact, over the course of our 10 seasons since then, you and I probably rode more with Ted than any other rider simply because he came out as often as he could. He loved to ride. One of my earliest memories of our young group included the time four of us gathered on a frosty Thanksgiving morning to tromp through Riverside in anticipation of feasting later in the day. I don’t know how the calorie count worked out but we sure enjoyed the challenge!
Ted always brought thoughtful and encouraging perspective to our devotionals, and also contributed immensely to our local mountain biking community. Working with Friends of Wyakin Park, his efforts improved this wonderful local area and helped open it to more users (not just cyclists). Ted also led us on a couple of trail-building workdays in Riverside State Park. He brought the same passion to caring for and helping the community as he did to his biking.
In short, Ted Moon was a great friend and we are all better for having known him. We will feel his absence profoundly whenever we set out on another ride through the trails he loved and delighted in.
As we try to make sense of the sudden hole that Ted’s loss has left in so many lives, the most important thing we can do is pray. Pray especially for his wife Vicki, along with his children and grandchildren, for the comfort, wisdom and strength they will need as they go through the next few days. Pray constantly as they navigate this valley of tears when so many things can seem so overwhelming. Praise the Lord for the support He is already providing through Ted’s many friends and extended family, but remember that the love and care they need will extend far beyond the next couple of weeks. Ted touched so many lives along the way and we can all play a role in helping his family carry their burden of grief.
Ted’s funeral service will be held Tuesday (December 12) at 11:00AM at the LDS Francis Building (2112 W. Francis, Spokane, WA 99205). Burial will be at Fairmount Memorial Park at 12:30PM, the same day. Everyone is invited, and I hope you will attend if you are able. In the meantime, if you have any particular memories or stories of riding with Ted and BOMB, please share them (if you haven’t already on FB) by either replying to this post or via email to firstname.lastname@example.org. We will gather them up and present them to his family in a week or so. It would mean a lot for his family to meet with and hear some memories from those of us who got to share Ted’s passion for mountain biking and the good times we enjoyed in this community he loved and so selflessly served.
In His mighty grace,