Shawn Koch St. Louis Missouri Missing Found Dead Death :It’s hard to find the words… because how do you say goodbye to someone who was such a big part of your life? Someone you grew up with, lived with, shared birthdays with, laughed with, argued with, and always had a bond with—no matter what?
Shawn Hunter Koch, you weren’t just a friend. You were family. You were that “ride or die,” that constant presence through all the chaos, the good times, and the hard times. We may have butted heads more than a few times, but deep down, we always had each other’s back. Always.
Losing you like this doesn’t feel real. It’s messed up. It hurts in a way that words can’t describe. Because this wasn’t supposed to happen—you were supposed to still be here, cracking jokes, stirring the pot, showing up when nobody else did.
Now all I can do is sit with the memories. Birthday parties when we were kids. Long talks when life felt too heavy. Dumb decisions that turned into the best stories. That unspoken connection, the “I got you” that didn’t need to be said but was always there. You were stubborn, hilarious, loyal, and had a heart bigger than most people ever got to see.
And now, God’s gained another angel. I hope you’re up there with Marissa and Grandpa Kenny, looking down, finally at peace. I hope you’re laughing again, free from the pain, surrounded by love.
We miss you so much already, Hunter. This world’s a little dimmer without you in it. But your spirit is still with us—in the stories we tell, in the music we hear, in the memories that keep showing up when we least expect them. You’ll always be a part of who we are.
Rest easy now. We’ll carry your name, your laugh, your strength with us. You’ll never be forgotten. I love you forever, Hunter.
