Robert Moore Obituary

Death affects us all in different ways, it so hard to not feel the emptiness when thinking of Uncle Rob. But that sad feeling is soon subsided by a quiet chuckle or smile when those memories pass through my mind. Christmas was hard and there didn't seem to be as many laughs as usual not because of his death but his absence. I missed his Christmas present which were always good for more than a few laughs.

I'm certain that the feeling that something very important is missing will revisit me and other family members at parties, at Mom's house on sundays for dinner, and at the lake.

Patty had helped me alot with the eulogy with her thoughts,her words and support, for which I am very grateful I don't think I have shared that many hugs with her in my entire life as I had that week, or the conversations I had with her other sisters. For this I think Rob would be very happy that in his death he could still bring people closer and maybe connect them as they hadn't been before.

Thank You to all who helped Ree and the rest of the family with your prayers,thoughts,words,and gifts.

Thank You Rob, for teaching me to laugh. Thoughts of you and the stories that make us laugh will certainly live forever. I'm sure that my children nieces and nephews will always know what neat guy you were as they here stories of you from my brothers and I. I LOVE YOU ROB.

For Christmas Eve this year (as usual), Celia and I will be going to the apartment on Seeley to spend it with Ree - Ree decided home is best - and she is absolutely right, though, without our Rob! I'd like to share the following with all those who loved Rob as we - for this is his Christmas this year (another version was read at Rob's funeral):



CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN



"Tis Christmas in Heaven

What a beautiful sight!

It's my very first one here;

Everything is all right.



The crib is adorned with the brilliance of the star.

Wisemen have come

From near and far.



I've met all our dear ones

Who preceeded us here:

The reunion was lovely,

An event full of cheer.



And tonight we'll all gather,

In reverence we'll kneel,

For the Babe in the cradle

Up in Heaven is Real.



I think of my family

That I left behind,

And pray that your Christmas

Is as blessed as mine.



Please shed no more tears.

For my soul is at rest.

Just love one another.

Live life to the best.



Yes, it's Christmas in Heaven,

So, I've heard them say,

Yet, Christmas in Heaven

Happens every day.

Rob, your are the best. You always brightened a room. We are all better for your presence in our lives and will miss you so terribly.

Even though you are no longer with us, your spirit will always be here. We love you.

We'll miss Rob's call this Christmas wishing us all a happy holiday and (over the phone) saying,"you're looking good!"



Chris keating and family

My nephew Jack Moore, wrote and spoke these words at the closing of Rob's funeral mass. The words encompass what Rob was and meant to all and we would like to share them with everyone who knew Rob.



Eulogy

by Jack Moore

12/13/01

Good morning, for those of you who don't know me, or confuse me with my brothers, I'm Jacki-Pooh.



I believe that no-one here today felt "oligated" to come to this Mass of Reserection. I think every person sitting in this church,on some occasion, was infected with the laugter that only Rob could excavate from the depths of our souls. No matter what your troubles, in the presence of this man, you were continually reminded that nothing in life was so dismal that you could not reach into your soul and find a way to crack open your heart with laughter. Rob could remind a critically ill patient that "that shade of lipstik was not exacty right with their hospital gown". He could walk into any gathering of family or friends and the dimension of happiness would instantly go from two to three. Asked if you could describe Rob in one word, I would say passion.



A passion for God. When Rob thought that things may not be alright his first call was to God, he would pray and hope that God would listen. Then worship and praise Him for the lessons he had learned.

A passion for his work. The awards an accomplishments say a lot, but the money Rob gave to patients so they could buy their medication and the rides he gave them to them so they could get to their appointments the tears he shed for them, and the people here today say more than any piece of paper ever could.

A passionate love for his brother, sisters, family and friends. Look around, his passion for family and friends was to know each and everyone of us, and as much about us

as we would offer. Rob's passing has taken something special away from each and every one of us.

His passion for the sun, gardening, and music. A passion for music like no one else. And to sing, boy if you could hear Rob sing it was almost as good as his cooking. Which brings us to Fox's. Ree and Rob and those who would join them, would sit in a booth at Fox's and laugh and talk and figure out all the problems of the world every Sunday. (The audience then chimed in, and Monday, and Tuesday, and Wednesday.)

Did I mention Rob's passion for including everyone...and his deepest passion to make everyone laugh.

And Ree, such a special place Rob held in his heart for you. Over you lives and especially the last 18 yrs on Seeley.

You have been there for each other. In Rob's hardest times and his rarest forms. You were there to lighten the load or share in the laughter.

How could one man have so much love for so many things.

So many stories of Rob I have heard over the last few days. I wish I could tell them all, but I'll leave that to you, those are your memories and your stories. Share them with people you love ad the people you want to make laugh for it is so hard to reminisce about Rob without a smile on our faces.



What an incredible gift he leaves us



The words of a simple song seem to say it all to well on this day....



Rob, you were our sunshine...our favorite sunshine...you made us happy when skies are gray...you'll never know Rob how much we loved you

Please don't take our sunshine away.

Rob Moore was my date to the Senior Prom and I think I was the luckiest girl there. What a guy! I will never forget it. He in his white dinner jacket and me ( a striking 5'11') in my Mother McAuley white gradution dress. We made some couple. Ree got Rob to go with me so I wouldn't miss the Prom. We laughed, we danced, we even went to the party afterwards.

It is a time I will never forget and I owe it all to my friend Ree and her wonderful brother. I am thankful that I had the chance to know him.

Dear Robbie,



How many times did you make me and my sisters sing this song for you in 4 part harmony.



OK, one last time...



Go on out to the lobby,

Go on out to the lobby,

Go on out to the lobby,

And have a 7-UP!!!



May you and all our family's angels watch over us, guide us, and comfort us until we sing together again.



Love, Kit

I am a former dialysis patient and a successful kidney transplant recipient for 14 years now who was fortunate enough to benefit from Bob’s guidance, understanding and support. Bob played such an important role in my life and my brother’s life. Bob saw my brother and I through a total of 6 kidney transplants.



To Bob’s family and friends. Thank you so much for allowing me to benefit from his kindness. Today, thanks to Bob’s participation in my life, I am “living” all of my dreams.

Whatever gathering it was (and there were many)it was mandatory to make your way through the room, down or up the stairs, in or out the door, to plant yourself in the presence of Rob. Rob would hold court and have us in stitches! We will dearly miss our brilliantly talented cousin.

I will always think of Rob as the first one on the beach with his towel, his folding chair, his flip flops, and (of course)his Scrabble board under his arm. I will always be able to hear his laughter when I think of him, and how you could see wit twinkle in his eyes when he would tell you (after you had fully drenched yourself in lake water),"(Your name here)Don't get your suit wet!" Or better yet, when you would lay on the beach soaking in glorious rays of sun--and silence would be broken- and you would hear him shout in your direction, "(Your name here)Whatcha thinkin' about?" ....and it was common practice to answer with something like, "Marshmallows, Rob" To which we would gleefully purse his lips and say, "Good.Good. Nothing too heavy.Keep it light." I love Rob Moore. I will always love him. Imagine what he's doing to the Scrabble playing population of angels in heaven right now. I know there is a Clearlake in heaven....and you better believe the sun rises and sets by him. Rob, thank you for caring so much about people. Thank you for being so hilarious.Thank you for reminding me not to take life so seriously. Only heaven could know what a wonderful present they have just received. I look forward to our next Scrabble tournament. I love you. Beth :)

Rob will be dearly missed by all of us lucky enough to have been touched by him. We will never forget his kindness and infectous humor - what a gentleman.

- Terry and Christina Walsh

I cannot think of family occasion that Rob did not make us laugh. His gift was his light hearty way of making everyone feel at ease. His humor will live with me my lifetime. Thank you dear Cousin for all times I was buckled over with Life Affirming Laughter. There just aren't enough days in life to Laugh. Your presence will always be missed!

Bernadette

I first met Bob went I became a dialysis patient in 1978. Bob had a major impact on my life. You could always depend on Bob to lend a ear when you needed someone to listen. Bob was a caring good hearted person. He will truly be missed.

A Tribute to Robert A. Moore



Robbie was funnier than Jerry Seinfeld...a better dancer than Travolta...could make a good living hiring out as "the life of the party."



He was a kind, decent and loyal friend. I will always love, remember and miss my dear cousin.

Bob was loved by all of us. He had a great sense of humor and a gift to make you smile. We are donated to the Kidney fund in his name.



Debra Conneely

Martha Jackson Veloz

Chris Yazumbek

RCG Crestwood

I am one of the nurses who worked with Bob in the late '60's and early '70's at LCM in ER when he was an orderly. What a tremendous loss for us all, but what a blessed world to have had Bob Moore, even if only for 53 years.