As I write this column, I am looking forward to spending the remainder of the day with my son, who is 11 years old — the same age as Xander Moore was when he quietly passed away Thursday night.
As I absorbed the news, I was also reminded by family friends, J.W. and Cassie Peters, that Xander's passing (he spent nine years battling a form of brain cancer) is not a moment of mourning, but rather celebration. Xander never seemed to fear the future; he enjoyed his short time on this Earth, and was looking forward to his next stop in heaven.
I was first introduced to Xander in early 2012 when he was treated to a special tour of Devon Energy Center.
Construction workers embraced Xander, immediately took him in as if he were a yearslong friend, and appeared to be reliving their own childhoods as they let him on the scissor-lift and gave him honorary fellow-crew status.
Xander went to the top of the tower — quite literally — and took in a view of the downtown skyline that he dearly loved. He loved visiting Bricktown, strolling the canal, enjoying the new Myriad Gardens, and witnessing the rebirth of Oklahoma City.