Jeremy-Winston Logan Moon

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Elizabeth Moon

Jeremy-Winston Logan Moon

20 de febrero de 1983 - 31 de julio de 2019

20 de febrero de 1983 - 31 de julio de 2019

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Making his premier appearance in Menlo Park on the sunny Sunday morning of February 20, 1983 Jeremy-Winston Logan Moon, arrived on planet earth with the same dramatic flair that was the signature of his life, flying in to bounce twice on the bed, lift his head from his mom's chest and flash her with the smile that captured many hundreds of hearts throughout his life. As with any person of a unique mission, there were many high points and many special times. For his fifth birthday Jay-Dub chose to have his premier art show (his idea), for which 23 paintings were matted, an official announcement was printed and mailed (50 of them!), and the event was so much more memorable and meaningful than the typical pony or clown theme. After setting parents rolling in the isles at an Encinal School talent show with his monologue of Robin Leach, mom recognized his joy and potential, and introduced him to the Palo Alto Children's Theatre (PACT), where under the direction of Patricia Briggs and Michael Litfin, he developed some of the most critical skills for life, learning responsibility, working in cooperation, mentoring those younger, and developing craft skills like costume construction and design, set design and development, makeup, public speaking, and most critically, compassion. In 1994 when the cottage was sold, J-W as he was then called, and his mom moved to Palo Alto continuing his education at JLS and then Palo Alto High School (PALY). He'd taken tap classes at Burgess Park with his mom when he was young, and had longed to dance ballet, so with her encouragement and the theatre's empowerment, he opened a door to ballet with the Pacific Ballet, dancing the Nutcracker at Mountain View Center for the Performing Arts for several years and spending a Summer with the Joffrey Ballet in New York City. After graduating in the year 2001, he continued classes at Foothill College as a Graphic Design Major while continuing with dance and theatre. PACT was his family beyond his bloodline, and his first job was working in tech at the theatre until changes in the program set him to looking beyond, to the community, for next steps. He spent several years at Z Gallery as their Gallery Specialist and from that time and for years after he volunteered to hang art shows at Pacific Art League where his shows received many accolades for his unique ability to make each entry stand out against all those with which it was surrounded. From there he segued into retail and bartending where he enjoyed engaging with the public, helping people meet their needs, and found it an opportunity to help those through his open-hearted insightful thoughts and ability to really listen and say just the right thing to lift others up. It was clear that he touched many. It was said that after talking with him for five minutes, you knew you had a friend for life. His memorials (two were required as 400-500 people were anticipated) were so very appropriate to his history and his heart, and were attended by people from every stage of his life. His first teacher at his tender age of three, blessed us with her appearance, still as strong and gentle as when she came into his life and now a vision of life and love at 93. Kids from his preschool (now in their 30's), PACT (kids and parents), teachers and students from Palo Alto Middle College, Pacific Ballet and many from each of his places of employment, turned out to meet the wonderful friends he knew, and to celebrate his life. He only knew wonderful people. He slipped away without fanfare, quietly without goodbye, around noon on the last day of July 2019, as though truly he was just in another room, but as a very wise woman friend of his mom's stated. "He isn't dead. He's on another mission." Evidence of him is everywhere, phones doing very curious things, songs suddenly surfacing in his mom's head with a special message for someone, to select songs on public systems. There is no feeling he is gone, but still the realization that we won't see him today. J as he liked to be called ("just the letter J, no period") is truly everywhere, in hundreds (possibly thousands) of hearts, in the positive changes he's ignited in others, in mirroring the very best in others so they could see it in themselves. He had so much to live for with a lovely lady in his life who arrived on his birthday, and so very many friends who loved him, that many were stunned, and even then he did what he did best, bringing friends together to bring out the best in each other. He is survived by his mother (artist and joyful eccentric Elizabeth Lynn Moon), who at 36.5 years gave birth to this amazing human being and at just twice that age, learned he'd slipped away without a final hug. He gave great bear hugs (ask anyone), and she could have used one more. " )

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Elizabeth Lynn Moon

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Dear J, I write of you a fair amount (there will be much more when I risk to break the dam that holds it all back), was posting lots to your Facebook page for a time, trusting you've got time to pop in and catch up now. My focus has been shattered since your unexpected departure. It's not that it's gone, or that you're gone, but that the form is so transformed that my comfort zone, if I even have one, is on fast forward. I dive into deep cleaning, unearth treasures and add them to the walls, my Faberge egg in quarantine. Many reminders of you are tucked around my place. In your old room/my studio, there are reminders that make me smile. The strange bits that trip me up and plunge me into despair aren't these obvious items, but the random cable that causes my heart to sink at the many road blocks to accomplishment because my tech guy left "with you." In you I lost the most incredible companion and teacher I could have asked for, my best friend (and the other one died last year too), and a son who from day one allowed me to see I'd "done something right." When I have projects, I can cope. And there are always more forming in the wings, with stage set, simply awaiting the Muses. Seven at present, but they spring up like mushrooms. Remember that table, I rescued from recycling? That was August. I'll share it here. It's got much of the Lundberg art glass I picked up in Davenport, chunks of beach glass we collected in Fort Bragg, the Swarovski crystals you found at that little treasure trove on Mina Street, a silver VW bug to honor 25 years for adventures in that conveyance. Fun reminders of our life together, and next to my Sky Chair. It is my safe place and my happy place. The world is doing everything in its power to deprive me of that last shred, yet Iwill not pay attention to the facts. Only the truth. I love the playful and joyous ways you still convey your presence. Thank you. It is so very much needed. " )

Publicado el 27 de octubre de 2020
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Elizabeth Lynn Moon

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Publicado el 27 de octubre de 2020
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Kayte Jackson

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J, I've had photos from Middle College set aside to post to this for months, and of course by the time your birthday finally comes, I can't find them. But I see how there's no wrong time to celebrate you or honor your memory, so I'll just add em when I find em. Today I ate what I recently learned was your favourite, chocolate pie, with your mom, Natalie & her brother. Then on my way home, I stopped by Shoup Park, where we finally reconnected 3 years ago. I was gonna scatter my portion of your ashes in the creek, but it's run dry. I'll wait til it's flowing again, that feels right. It'll all come together in due time. You are very loved & missed old friend. Happy heavenly birthday. <3! Love, Kayte

Publicado el 21 de febrero de 2020
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Elizabeth Lynn Moon

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Publicado el 27 de octubre de 2020
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Meg Barrett

I knew dear, sweet J for gosh over 20 years. I got the gift of bringing him into my life through my home away from home at Palo Alto Children's Theater. He immediately became a guiding force in my life, who never stopped believing in me and who always saw the true me, even during the darkest of times. Our friendship never waned and I know that I can still feel the strength of that bond and always will. J, your memory continues to guide me and I know you are dancing with joy on your next journey, just as you did on this earth. Nonetheless, I miss you terribly and I'm still getting used to your absence. However, in my heart you are not gone, you are present there and I will hold your memory close always.

Publicado el 20 de agosto de 2020
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Darina Voloshina

I went shopping with my mom today and she started talking about, "there used to be a wonderful red haired boy who would always help me pick out my jeans at Bloomingdales. He was always so helpful!" She was talking about you! Even people who didn't know you well and met you only a few times are still thinking about you. Amazing how many lives you have touched:)

Publicado el 2 de enero de 2020
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