Clint Neil Moon
April 08, 1972 — October 21, 2025
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Clint Neil Moon
Des Moines
April 8, 1972 – October 21, 2025
Clint Neil Moon, age 53, of Des Moines, Iowa, left this life he loved so deeply and the people he cherished even more. Clint had a smile & laugh that could light up a room, and a spirit that made life more fun for everyone around him.
He is survived by his beloved wife, Hollie Moon; his four children: Dylan (Lucy), Brenna, Elsie (Connor), and Rilee (Skylar); and eight grandchildren: Kara, Ace, Ellie, Mark, Olivia, Hendrix, Vivienne, and Elliot. Clint also leaves behind his parents, Berry and Rose Moon; sisters Amanda Bales (Rich) and Jennifer Kern (Poe); five nieces; his dogs, Boone and Darla; and a wide circle of extended family and friends who were lucky to know him.
We know those he loved, that preceded him, were waiting for him in heaven. Clint had a gift for connection. People were naturally drawn to his realness, his humor, and his ability to talk about anything with anyone. He was lighthearted, good-natured, and resilient; always ready to lend a hand, no matter the circumstance. If you needed Clint, you could count on him. He took great pride in his work in the lumber industry, especially his time at Builders First Source, where he found some of his best friendships. Clint loved the outdoors, whether it was a lake, river, or ocean, he loved vacationing with family in nature. Hunting trips, deer camps, and fishing adventures were some of his favorite ways to spend time, but above all, Clint simply loved being surrounded by his people.
A celebration of Clint’s life will be held on November 1st from 1:00–4:00 PM at 23403 235th Place, Lacona, IA. Family and friends are warmly invited to gather, share stories, and honor the legacy of a man who made the world brighter just by being in it.
Susan Hollingsworth
11/01/2025
I will always remember Clint being another big brother in the neighborhood when he visited his Grandma Barb. I was the youngest on the block by quite a few years but he always found a way to include me when he played army with my brother, or hide and seek when it was dark outside. Sending love to the Moon Family. I hope you are flooded with nothing but the best memories of Clint.
Love,
Susan, Ott, and Joe Tolpingrud
Ronelle Israel
10/28/2025
Rose & Berry
I am so sorry for the loss of your son Clint our condolences to you and your family. Hugs and Prayers.
Christine Gamble
10/27/2025
Rose & Berry~
There are no words to describe this loss of heartfelt sorrow. Regrettably, I didn’t know Clint as others did but strongly felt the bond through Rose and Berry. I am sending Rose, Berry and the family he lived for love, strength, and comfort. Clint’s memory will forever be a reminder of the adventure he brought to those around him. Shortly after his birth, I also gave birth to a son named Clint with Rose’s blessing.
Lori Forkner
10/27/2025
Hollie,
My dear friend I am so very sorry of your loss of Clint. Just made me very sad but then I remember all the good times that we have had. Our trips to Berry and Rose's home in southern Iowa with you both, all our nights at the HPCC, and the year my late husband Rick and I brought treats over at Christmas one year for the kids. My late brother Harry thought the world of Clint as did we. As the years went by we lost track of each other maybe run into each other at ACE or Fareway but always thought about you both.
Hollie, I feel for you as I know first hand what you are going thru. I'm still trying to process everything myself. Please reach out to me if you would like. 515-210-3511. You are in my thoughts and prayers..
Lori Forkner
Lori Forkner
10/27/2025
Berry and Rose,
I am deeply saddened for the loss of your son Clint. I have very fond memories of my late husband Rick and I when we came and stayed at your home in southern Iowa a few years ago. We enjoyed ourselves each time that we visited and the fun we all had. Clint took Rick and I out on the boat on Rathbun Lake to fish and I got badly sunburned that summer. Clint was a good friend, always ready to lend a helping hand. He was a good friend of my late brother Harry Larson and my late husband Rick and myself. Was always a pleasure to have a drink with Clint or just have a chat.
May he rest in paradise. He will be greatly missed by so many.
Mary Hare
10/27/2025
I was saddened to see that your son has passed at such a young age. Clint was on my class list of new first grade students when I was teaching at Cattell School in the 70's. I learned later that he went to another neighborhood school.
We had several connections over the years as Rosemary went to Sunday School at my church in the Highland Park area and we attended the same schools.
Later I taught one of Clint's children in Kindergarten at Madison School.
No parent should have to bury a child whatever their age. You are in my prayers.
Ted Prine
10/26/2025
Berry and Rose, I was sorry to read about the death of your son. It is hard enough when we lose our parents. I cannot imagine what you are going through.
Todd Maxfield-Matsumoto
10/24/2025
Remember the character River Phoenix played in Stand By Me, Chris Chambers, kid brother to Eyeball Chambers? How about Benny Rodriguez in The Sandlot? That was Clint Moon. I never had much in the way of mentors to look up to, but Clint was that. Two years older, sure, but he had this worldly air about him, imaginative and mischievous, but grounded. He used to stay at his grandma’s house down the block, Barb’s, on the weekends, and our group of friends would stay out all day and night playing baseball, football, you name it. I amassed a small arsenal from the army surplus store, and we would play army with the utmost dedication. At night we would transition into “jail break” which was essentially hide and seek only less embarrassing to say.
We often pushed what was acceptable or legal when playing, but Clint was always the one to rein us in from going full feral. He showed me his late grandpa’s handgun Barb had hidden but had the wisdom to not let me fire it. He was good that way, pushing things in ways that helped me grow-up, but never letting it go too far.
Some weekends Clint didn’t come visit, and it was dreadfully boring. He was the life of the party, so we would just look forward to the next weekend. Clint was becoming a teenager though and visited less and less, eventually not at all. We drifted apart, especially as I entered junior high, a rough school. I fell in with some tough kids and started to look the part, eventually living the part. Every once in a while I’d run into Clint somewhere, and he’d chuckle at me. He knew who I really was, and his disappointment stayed with me more than anyone else’s. We weren’t friends anymore, but I didn’t want to let him down.
After junior high I don’t know if we ever saw each other again. Eventually I moved out of state, and I’m sure we have both lived lifetimes since we last spoke. I think of him often though: our boxing matches in Barb’s basement on rainy days where I learned I could take a blow to the head like a champ, watching Poltergeist, Bad Boys, or Bachelor Party when we weren’t supposed to, or sitting in fox holes just talking. I hope you lived well, Clint. Rest even better.
-Todd Maxfield