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I'm sitting here
thinking of something nice to say about Ian. Even now, 2 years later, just thinking of him is causing tears to stream down
my face. When I think of him I can envision his smile in my mind like I saw him yesterday. He could make anyone smile just
by looking at them. He used to give high fives in this funny way. I can't even describe it but I always think about it. I
don't know one person who didn't like this kid.
I'm going through all these pictures of him I have, all these clippings
I have of cartoons he doodled and interviews from his band. I'm getting so frustrated because I want so badly for people to
understand how wonderful he was. How much he is missed by everyone, and how fucking hard it is to sit here and describe someone
who is so amazing. It kills me knowing that I can't ever look at him again, hug him again, see him smile. I love him so fucking
much and he is gone forever, It kills me. I feel like no matter what I say, I won't be able to do him justice. I think about
him almost every day. I believe in heaven and sometimes I'll find myself talking to him. Just kinda saying hi and telling
him I miss him. I've written and deleted this a million times. Trying to find the words to describe him. I can't. All I can
say is he was a wonderful person, and a wonderful friend. I will always miss him, and never forget him.
-Lizzy McDonald
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The first time I met Ian he was 15 and I was 13, hanging out at Auburn's Best cafe. If you
were a south end kid that was the place to be on Friday and Saturday night. We would go and sit outside listening to bands
like Spontaneous Combustion and Erratic.
Anyway, I'd always seen Ian around, laughing, talking
with everyone, just being a stupidass. He was more entertainment than the bands. One night, I got there and Ian was
standing on top of a garbage can, wearing one of those sparkly New Year's hats and singing tunes from Grease. It was hysterical.
Then he fell off and hit his head, and that was it. But we got introduced and from then on we were good friends. He always
had a smile, and said something funny or stupid.
I'll truly miss Ian deeply and will remember all
those nights in Auburn or at the Rckcndy. Ian, I wish you well, and will see you again. if you need anything up there, ask
my brother Geoff, he'll take care of ya.
Ian, I love ya, man.
-Malari
***
Ian and I spent a lot of time on the internet...I
have a lot of memories of staying up late when we both had school the next day, chatting the night away. I'll always remember
the gentle kindness. Loved his jokes and stories, how he smelled, his smile...
I could always find Ian at a show and walk up and
say hello. He was always happy to see everybody.
I love you, Ian. I'll remember you forever.
-Amie
***
I remember the first time I saw Ian, he
was tagging Rckcndy and got yelled at by the Russian doorman. He was one of the nicest guys I ever met. He never had anything
bad to say that I didn't agree with. He was a great person, and I, along with countless others, will miss him dearly.
We won't forget.
-Davey
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Your time here was short, but you filled
it well, making the most of each day. Always friendly, always caring, so loved by everyone you knew. you were a bright spot
in our lives, the sunshine of our day, the grinning smiles on our faces. Adorned with wonderful tattoos, you were a brave
warrior, so strong and full of spirit. Passionate about music and thriving on laughter, the Ianator will be forever missed.
Comic books, parties, and The Sopranos-
so much won't be the same without you. The mosh will never be as hard.
But you gave us so much while you were
here. Thank you for your friendship, for your laughter, for your love.
Take care sweetie. You'll always be our
Superman, our Wolverine.
We love you.
-Jordan
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From the first week we met in school he would call
me Big Al and I would call him Iantown. His jokes were a fix for the worst days in high school and his smile alone was reason
to go to class. He could talk his way out of any assignment or class, anything.
For lunch, Caitlin, Ian and I would drive up the
hill to my parents house. Wed fill up on vegetarian corndogs, sit on the living room floor and play Tetris.
Ian, looking so badass with a bandana around his
head, just above the eyebrow ring and his tattooed wrist coming out of his Good Riddance sweatshirt, would hold my cat like
a newborn baby until his black shirt was orange with fur. Caitlin and I would smile as he told us about movies he was going
to make and songs he was going to write.
He would sing in the car the whole way back to school.
-Allison
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I miss him so fucking much it hurts to breath
right now. I just wish he was here. I can't stop crying. Do you guys remember how he used to give high fives. He'd keep his
arm all rigid and have that huge grin on his face. And when he gave you the high five he wouldn't bend any of his arm but
his elbow so his arm went straight down. I dunno. You know what I'm talking about. When I think of him that's the first thing
that pops into my mind. His goofy ass high fives. And his smile. He had the BEST smile. I remember him saying to me "would
you like a fish sandwitch". The first time he said that I hadn't seen the ladies man yet. No idea what he was talking about.
Thought he had lost his mind. Anyone remember stairs skateboarding!? Hahaha. Fuck. I don't know what to do right now. I'm
so far from home. If I was there I could spend the day with friends, go to his grave, something. But I'm not there. So I just
don't know what to do right now. Cry allot? I miss him. I'm sure we all miss him. I just felt like saying something and no
ones awake to talk to. And I dunno. I didn't realize it was so long ago. It honestly seems like only a month ago this happend.
I felt like talking about stuff I rememberd. Stuff that made me happy. And if I didn't realize it was tomorrow I'm sure other
kids didn't either. God I loved that kid so much. I just miss him.
-Lizzie
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ian, friend to all, enemy to none, no one deserved this less. however, ian can be proud of his life -- he touched
so many lives, brought so many people together, raised awareness, and never stopped smiling. we'll all miss you, my friend.
-shane
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Ian was the most wonderful human-being I have ever
had the pleasure of knowing. I loved him and will continue to for the rest of my life. Rest in peace Ian, I'll see you on
the other side.
-xaviera
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This is a poem by Robert Frost, "Nothing Gold Can
Stay." I do not know when this poem was first published.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her
hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank
to grief,
So dawn goes to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
This poem, "Nothing Gold Can Stay," is from _The Poetry
of Robert Frost_, edited by Edward Connery Latham and published by Holt, Rheinhart and Winston. No copyright infringment is
intended, either explicitly or implicitly. I just miss Ian.
-Walter
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Ian, we miss you more and more everyday.
You were one of the best friends a guy could ask for and you will NEVER
be forgotten....
-Fluff
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From Ian's passing we should all learn a valuable
lesson. I know I did. And that is to tell those you truly love how you feel about them. I adored him, and it breaks my heart
to say "I love you, Ian."
-Kristy
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ian apocalypse/donkey punch... or just little hairy
bastard... you were an amazing guy. i don't know what else to say except that i hope i see you again someday.
-Derek
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Ian was a great guy. Funny, full of energy, would
say 'hi' to anyone he knew. It's pretty sad that things had to end this way...but we'll always have the memories, the shows,
"FWP," .... He will be missed.
-Brian
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I'm lucky to have known him at all, and I'm saddened
to never have known him better. My last memory of Ian will be when a few of my friends and I were hanging out in the gorge
parking lot... "someone" was defending some terrible bands like Sum 41, and all of a sudden Ian pops up out of nowhere...
"Ian,
dude! What do you think about Sum 41?"
"Worse than Hitler."
We laughed, and off he went.
Rest in peace, Ian...
and rest assured that on the list of "Punks Not Dead," you'll be at the top of the list.
-Anthony
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So much can be taken.
There's so much to lose.
But
the fire within us cannot be removed. Your fire will never die in my heart, Ian. I love you.
RIP 5GR FOREVER
-Rusty
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I was on tour when I got the call. I'll never forget
that day. You'll live on in my heart and the I'm keeping the memories alive, Ian. There's not a day that goes by that I don't
think of you.
-Brandy
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A little late...Bye Ian. You made me laugh.
Stay
hairy and beautiful. I'm glad you stayed true to yourself.
Best wishes to the new FGR. Keep the "Ian" alive.
-some asian ho. non profit layer
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see you on the other side,
I Love You
-Chris B.
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My heart goes out to all of the members of the band,
and my cousin Jason. I remember seeing you guys last year (?) I think, at Family Fest's Battle of the Bands. Ian was a hilarious
guy, fun to be around and is someone I'm not gonna forget. RIP Ian.. I'll be at the show for sure. See you there... wherever
the show is..
-Regan
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I am deeply saddend about the death of Ian Muldoon.
I found out about it at Hempfest from an acquaintence Shorty.I can remember back in highschool hanging out with him
in front of Auburns best Cafe and skipping school to meet him and his friend Beemer to cause a ruckus. I looked forward going
to the mall to see him at Zumiez, and B.S.ing with him. I will always miss him......
-Leah
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i hope all of Ians friends find comfort in the fact
that the worthless piece of shit who ran him over is going to spend the rest of his natural life in prison.
-Sam
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I remember being at the first Five Good Reasons show at the Annex and watching this short guy scream
into the mic with fury. And the first time we spoke, I was astounded. His personality pours out of him, and he has a shine
that reflects onto others. I always knew that I had found something in Ian that enriched my life, and every encounter I had
with him made me believe that he was a truly remarkable person.
With Ians passing, I learned a truly valuable lesson....tell those you love how you feel about them.
I will carry this with me the rest of my life, with my memories of Ian.
I adore him more than I ever knew, and it breaks my heart to say, I love you, Ian.
-Kristy
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I cant believe youre gone. I had a crush on you in school, and you knew it, and even though you could
never like me the same way, you were never mean to me. You always smiled at me and said hi. Thank you for that. Ill never
forget your smile, or your big brown eyes. Ill always remember you.
-anonymous (letter left at the accident scene)
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I remember seeing Ian at the Botch show at Seattle Center. Ian was the only one moshing it up. I immediately
thought he was cool, but I was intimidated because of that. Later, I actually met him at a show at the Graceland and dont
know why I wasted my time being intimidated because he was the nicest guy ever. I never saw him being a prick to anyone.
Ian did what he liked, and what was best for himself. he never tried to measure up to anyones ideals,
and never had to because he was such a great guy that everyone liked him.
He always made me smile when I was going through shit that pissed me off....for example, this one guy
grabbed my ass after being told I wasnt interested, and I was so upset and felt so violated. Ian immediately started cracking
jokes about how hed go up to him and kiss him and grab him and say Eat my justice- a phrase Ill always remember as being an
Ian trademark. It made me laugh so hard, and feel so protected by my friend.
It wont be the same going to shows anymore. Ian always livened things up, and knew everyone. He was
so into the music and the scene. I truly believed he lived each day happy. When I think of him and what I learned from him,
the words that come to mind are carpe diem.
He had a great sense of humor, rarely complained, and did what was fun for him. Its hard to explain
his great qualities, its just a feeling that you get when you think of him.
It doesnt have to be some big memory, or some big experience with Ian, the things I miss are the small,
everyday things about him. The essence of Ian, just seeing him and hanging out with him and hugging him. There is definitely
an essence missing from the things he was part of.
-Jezyka
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I met ian three years ago. We'd go to hardcore shows and he'd always run around in the same
Gorilla Buscuits tshirt. After the shows, i'd always go to Dennys with Lizzy and Ian would show up and joke around- we'd always
call him Teen Wolf, and of course, that gave way to Wolverine.
By the time I moved to Seattle, Ian was part of the regular crew. He'd stay over from time
to time, we'd go to parties, and we'd mosh together at shows.
I can't isolate a single memory because there were so many of them. I remember explaining
to someone, last fall, why everyone loved Ian. He had no enemies, and everytime he got annoying he would charm you back on
his side. He was a wonderful person.
Ian would hit on girls with me from time to time, and he was always the best at it. We'd
meet strange girls and he'd pill the "no one likes us" bit, but he was so charming it was obvious that he had no such problem.
The night that I heard, I fell apart, freaked out. I'm sure everyone did. As we made
it to the hospital we were a collection of wrecks, teary eyed, drifting off alone. some people prayed, others cursed god,
everyone utterly destroyed, and as the night drifted on we we all tried to drift away from the reality, and we'll drift from
it again in the days to come, but that morning, when the final tests were done, we were forced to open our eyes.
This tragedy, and the effect it has on each of us, all shattered by the loss, os the true
testament to the greatness of a person. He lives on in the power of our memories, and as we fall into the shock, denial,
disbelief, anger, frustration and despair, we must remember to remember.
When I close my eyes I see Muppet faces wolverine jokes a friend in the pit, the things
that made Ian special to all of us- his honesty, loyalty, and humor. That's how we remember him, that's how he'll always be,
in our hearts.
We love you, Ian.
-Nic Nakis
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(Kate Muldoon, speaking at Robert Newman's sentencing)
Last night I wrote what I wanted to say, and this morning I threw it all out. Because I
realised that it was all about us, and how hurt we are, and this is about Ian.
And he was happy, and he loved life more than anyone, and appreciated everything he
had. And the more this goes on, the more I feel like he's becoming more of a statistic, and less of a person, and it's
wrong. This is all wrong, and nothing can ever make it right again.
He was my brother, and I love him, and I miss him every day. I always will. And that's all.
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We are still collecting memories. If you would like to contribute a favorite
memory, a good Ian story, or anything you feel we missed please email it to: amymuldoon1962@msn.com
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