Bobby Moore:
CLASS OF 1967
McAlester High SchoolClass of 1967
Mcalester, OK
Bobby's Story
In memory of William "Bobby" Moore
8/3/49 - 9/21/14
Monday was your birthday...and I missed making you a mexican dinner and how I know you would have eaten all your cake, even though you were stuffed with tortillas. Jordan would have sang you a silly song and I would have given you the extra squeezing hugs and puckered up kisses, belating your "schedule" to get to bed. You would have heard how Aaron calls you Brampy and seen that he kisses your picture every time he sees you.
For 36 years my daddy was my favorite person in the world. My father, my teacher, confidant and comforter. The one person I trusted, the man who knew me, my best friend, my buddy, my protector, my hero. The first person to touch and hold me, the first person I saw the day he delivered me in a little country house. The one who held my hand the same when I was 30, as he did when I was 3. He taught me to ride a bike and spell, my times tables and how to use measuring cups. The first to make me laugh...I was his computer store partner and home depot sidekick.
He taught me love of art and music...the importance of family, love for my country, selflessness and compassion. The purpose of placing value on others, and that chocolate is awesome. He woke us up on weekends, with a classical music filled house, paints and canvas, maybe a woodworking project or plans to fix something that we had broken. A master craftsman who was capable of any artistic endeavor...and completed it with precision. A planner a thinker,he wrote the most beautiful poetic writings, and finished them in calligraphy. He loved silly jokes, and playing jokes on eachother. A nurse who dedicated his life to caring for the sick and serving his country. He built us a toy box with wheels...we would pretend it was our ambulance. Pushing eachother down long waxed military housing hallways, crashing his countless hours of craftmanship into the walls. We begged him to sing Elvira, with a voice so deep, almost inaudible, we would sing together and laugh. We knew the entire Messiah...and all of Phantom of the Opera. He gave me a quarter for emergency calls, he went to war on my 13th birthday.
When i was a teenager, Daddy would come to my work on Sunday's after drill, I would buy him a steak, hand him a list of groceries and cleaning supplies to pick up...that was our deal. Everytime he came to the restaurant, all the employees and customers, even the bar, would all say his name in unison,"BOB"! Everybody loved him... they would come up to him with handshakes and hugs, new jokes from the week and small talk. I was always pro...Expand for more
ud he was my dad...I never thought he was in my way, I never thought he stayed too long at visits. ...when I was older I prepared weeks in advance, so everything would be perfect.
He only gave advise when I asked, he not once condemned me or said a word without thought, he didnt talk bad about my mother or complain, discuss his own hurts or issues at any length. He was the toughest, most brave and loving man, who taught us what unconditional love is. He needed to be necessary, he feared being a burden or unable to fix or make a wrong, right. He was fair and just, silly and serious, an eagle scout and a "d" student in highschool...haha, he expected the best from us, and accepted when we made mistakes. He allowed us to be individuals, and respected our decisions. He loved his family, and grandchildren, traveling, and his country, technology, cookies, and excessive coats of varnish lol.
There is so much more I could say about the man behind the mustache...I loved him, and he has always been the most special person in my life. Im sorry for those who didnt have the chance to know him as the man who raised us...for the last several years daddy was very depressed, he was growing tired, hiding his emotions...so not to worry anyone. So much of him had been lost, losing his brother and then his mother left him empty. He felt so powerless, unable to change those events...he told me in July, that he died when his brother passed away.I remember the sadness I felt for my daddy, the strongest man I knew...how he was really gentle and kind, and had the most tender heart...he was precious to me...I miss him, I miss him so very much,everything I do reminds me of him, he was the one who first showed me, or who I think of while I do it, I can imagine his candid response to me doing something without a plan.
I dont want to minimize any of the pain others experience because of daddy's passing...but I will say, he was the love of all my 36 years.
He was the most intellectual, artistic , loving man I ever knew. I will cherish each moment I had with him. I will continue to instill the character of my father in my children. The character of his father, that he gave to daddy. There is so much more that makes up who daddy was, more than anyone knows, losing him has had a greater impact than any other event in my life. I never thought he would be gone so early. I thought he was invincible. I still dont believe he's gone...every morning I wake up...I remember again, that he is not here. I know the Lord has given him the best and most special place where we will meet again.
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