Help Arianna and Zara pay for Ben" Moula's funeral

This is one of the saddest, toughest, and maddening things that I have had to do. I have walked away from writing this countless times. Writing it down means it is real, and I am having to face the senseless loss of another person that I, and many others love dearly. My name is Ramona Liberty and I am trying to help the daughters of my dear friend, Ben "Little Ben" Moulah with the funds in order to pay for the funeral and the associated expenses stemming from Bens suicide. December 21, 2023, just before Christmas, Ben finally succumbed to depression, hopelessness, and other mental health issues. Ben had apparently been too f and did not want to or did not know how to ask for help. He was only 5 blocks from his oldest daughters' home when he took his own life in Seattle Washington. Ben had become homeless and suffered horribly from depression for many years. I, as well as countless others, were lucky enough to know Ben. He was a dear friend of mine for somewhere over 20 years and I will miss him forever. My late husband and I spent a lot of time with Ben and his beautiful, sweet, and tough daughters, Zara and Arianna. He was a little man in stature with the biggest personality, heart, and drive of anyone you ever met. Ben was the always the life of the party, the loudest one in the room. Anytime Ben was around you came to expect the unexpected. I can think of a million stories about Bens escapades, but most are not fit for family ears. LOL! He was a clown with the energy of a hummingbird and the work ethic of an ant or worker bee. But what most people never realized was that Ben was a single dad to two daughters and took care of his frail and elderly father for many years. I met Ben when he started working as a production welder at the same place I worked. I didn't know much about him but I knew he was a damned hard worker who was working 17+ hours a day at the time! One rainy cold morning as If drove to work at 4am, I saw Ben walking to work. I recognized him, and pulled over to give him a ride. He told me that he didn't have a car at the time. I asked how far away from work he lived. It turns out that he had been walking to work for what had been the last 2 months from his house that was 5 miles away and then worked that 17+ hours!!!! I was shocked! I told him I would pick him up every morning from that day forward. Then Ben admitted to me that he took care of his dad and was a single father for 2 young girls. Wow. That's a whole hell of a lot to put on anyone's shoulders! And while, Ben definitely had his good days and bad days, I never heard him complain even once. This is because Ben loves his family with his whole being! Those of us that he called true friends, were family, not friends. He loved us with every particle of his being and would do anything for all of us he loved.

When I met and married my husband, Ben was there. He and my husband, Mike became very close. From time to time we would have Ben and his daughters over at our home for a few days so that Ben could have someone take care of him. Let him relax. We all became close and I loved getting to know Arianna and Zara. They became some of our extended family and we were never more than a phone call away. Ben and my husband became extremely close since my husband suffered from chronic, clinical depression similar to Be They were able to talk to one another and took comfort in having a friend that understood what each was going through.

Then the worst happened.

9 years ago, my husband, and Ben's dear friend, also succumbed to mental health issues. Mike's suicide was a big painful blow to Ben. I can't count the times that Ben would call us on an evening "just to see what we were doing". This was a ruse. Ben called because he desperately needed someone to talk to and to listen to him. Mike and I would take turns sitting on the phone for hours to talk him off the ledge. Mike and I would share our experiences and struggles and just mostly listen to him. By the end of the call, he would be feeling better and within a few days, we would bring him and the girls out to our house to relax. I would do cooking and cleaning, and Mike and Ben would talk and drink beer and of course laugh.

When my husband died, I will never forget Ben showing up at my house with the biggest teddy bear I have ever seen. He told me it was to hug when he and the girls were not around. Ben did a lot of talking to me and helping me to move on after Mikes death. I ended up moving over 5 hours away.

After moving, I saw Ben a few times when I went back up to the Seattle area to visit. It was usually in a very public setting and I never got to really have one of our nice chats.

Time went by and life got busy like only life can. Ben and I chatted several times after we both became grandparents. Nothing too deep, just general family stuff. Ben sounded really good and boy did he love that little red headed grandson!

Then, one day, I heard his dad had died. I of course sent condolences but wondered how Ben was doing with the girls moved out on their own and his dad now passed. I worried about how he was empty nesting. I had no idea that he would struggle without everyone around him, or feeling like he didn't have a purpose without all of the responsibility on his shoulders that he was used to. He ended up homeless at times. That breaks my heart. Had I known, I would have gotten up his way and drug him down to my place and helped him in every way possible. I can think of so many others that would have done the same. But we all let life and time get in the way.

When Ben's girls called me right after they learned of his passing, I was absolutely devastated for them. I didn't want anyone else's kids to go through what mine did. I was also angry. I felt that I let him down by leaving him behind. He was a friend. A very good friend and he and the girls deserved to be treated as such. If Ben had thought I was struggling like he was. I have no doubt that he would have found a way to help. It was the type of person he was. He would do anything for anyone.

I let Ben down. I should have been checking on him. I knew he struggled. I just got caught up in life.

I couldn't help Ben, but I will be damned if i will let Arianna and Zara down.

I do not have the funds to pay for all of this myself. Believe me, if I had the money, I would.

So I am asking all of you to donate to take care of his funeral and associated costs of his death.

He wouldn't hesitate to do it for someone he didn't know or never met.

I will forever miss his silly laugh, his kindness, his determination, work ethic, and good character. His daughters are a testament to the kind of man he was. Both are wonderful, strong, smart and sweet young women who should not have to be dealing with this.

Please donate. Thank you, love you all. Remember to check on your friends. a phone call could save a life. Rip Benny Ben Ben Ben. Day hi to Mike for us!