Losing a loved one is never easy, but when it comes unexpectedly, the pain cuts even deeper. At 35, in the prime of life, vibrant and surrounded by a beautiful family, the news of my dear friend Kyle’s impending departure shook me to the core.
Carrying my great-grandmother and grandmother to their final resting places had prepared me for the solemnity of saying goodbye, but nothing could brace me for the heartache of holding my friend’s hand as we faced the inevitable.
Bowling had brought us together, turning teammates into a close-knit family both on and off the lanes. Kyle was one of the few who consistently checked on me, a companion in golf, a poker buddy, and a friend beyond the bowling alley. The championships we won as a team are now bittersweet memories, and the void left by his absence will be felt for a long time.
Yet, amid the sorrow, there is solace in knowing that Kyle lives on through the generosity of being an organ donor. The MOOSE, as we fondly called him, continues to make a difference in the lives of others, a comforting thought in the face of tragedy.
My heart aches for his family, especially for Katie Liebau and Kyle Manni, and as we bid farewell, I hold onto the hope of a reunion on the other side. Until then, rest in peace, my dear friend.
