Landen Moran

As I sit here this morning and feel the hurt of loss, I reminisce in the memories of our time together. My younger brother, strong as he was, has found rest.

Trayc was the strongest person I knew and the first person who made me feel like the older brother I am. As I’m sitting here, through moments of sadness and nostalgia, I frequently think about all of the times that we had together, and what my life will look like moving forward, without you.

A disease that has no cure, afflicting a pure form of innocence, of love. Taking from so many a symbol of hope, courage, and bravery. Trayc signified in so many ways what it means to be a brother, he was kind, caring, genuine, and always stood firm on what he believed.

As I process this unimaginable loss, even with the advantage of preparation, I struggle with imagining what life will be like without you. What will Christmas time feel like, or your birthday? What will seeing a power ranger in a store feel like, or watching someone have a passion for baseball? Will it be this hard forever? What will it feel like whenever I come home and you aren’t here? Will I find peace in knowing that you no longer in pain?

I hope you can hear my cries from Heaven, and have peace of mind knowing that you will always have a place in my life and heart, even when you may not physically be here.

I love you Trayc Paul, to moon and back 🩷