Notes on Love: Stories of Monica and Max - John O.

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I’ve been thinking deeply about Monica and Max—two incredibly bright lights who are missed beyond words. Having the chance to remember them and celebrate their lives through stories and memories truly feels like a gift.

My earliest memories of Monica go way back to Arizona. I remember arriving and being welcomed so warmly by Monica. She had this gentle strength, a kindness that instantly made you feel at home. She carried her Cajun roots with pride—you could feel it in her voice, her food, her laughter. There was something vibrant and soulful about her presence. Even then, when Ford and Max were just little ones, probably four and six years old, I could see how fiercely she loved you both. She had this peaceful way of managing the chaos of raising two adventurous young boys, with grace and humor. It stuck with me.

Some years later, Ford, Max, and Peter came to visit me in Frisco, Colorado. I remember that trip so clearly. We took off into the mountains, four-wheeling through those rugged Colorado trails. We explored old mines, climbed through history, and shared that exhilarating sense of discovery. It was one of those rare moments that felt both adventurous and grounding. Max was full of curiosity, always ready to go a little farther, climb a little higher, and Ford was right there with him—both with that brotherly spark that lit up the day. Peter, as always, steady and strong, taking it all in with quiet pride.

Looking back, that trip was more than just a fun weekend—it was a snapshot of the bond between father and sons, between brothers, and between all of us as family. It’s a memory I hold close.

Now, thinking about Monica and Max together again, I hope they’re sharing that same warmth and light we remember them by. Monica, with her fierce Cajun spirit and loving heart, and Max, with that unstoppable energy and mischievous smile—they live on in stories like these, and in the love that continues through you.

Monica and Max will always be remembered—with love, with laughter, and with gratitude.

With all my heart,

John