Stewart F. Moore was and forever remains the sustaining father-in-law of my beloved sister-in-law, Regina Carroll Moore. Regina is the wife of Mr. and Mrs. Moore's fine son Stewart F. Moore, Jr., whom for many years I have known and treasured as “Rusty.” Rusty is a stand-up guy, as was his dad.
This interfamilial relationship sounds complicated, but it boils down to one word: inspiration. Mr. Moore's unflappable can-do attitude, his razor-sharp intelligence, and his generosity of spirit have been an inspiration to me, my wife, and everyone in our extended family. And so they remain, in perpetuity.
It was only a few years ago, at a tenth-decade birthday party for my wife Maureen Patricia Carroll's mother, that I asked Mr. and Mrs. Moore how they had come to meet and marry. Their eyes lit up like those of amorous younglings at the memory of those heady days in New York City in the 1950s. Dorothy was a classically trained singer with world-class credentials. Stewart was a fast-rising patent attorney with degrees in law and engineering. The world was their oyster, and the month had an “r” in it.
Stellar opportunities beckoned for them both—with a caveat. To take the opportunities, they would have to separate and live apart by several thousand miles. This was, of course, impossible for the lovers to imagine. They tossed the brass rings, chose a wedding ring, and lived joyfully afterward for nearly sixty years. They produced two wonderful children, lived lives of high achievement, loved humans and finer animals, and delighted in each other's company.
Vivid as my impressions are, they come from a distance. My chances to speak to Stewart and Dorothy have been too few. That's the price of being an in-law of an in-law. The significance of the encounters more than makes up for the duration when I recall my inspiring talks with Mr. Moore, and I have no doubt I will continue to reflect on them. He was (and is) a man who lived more lives than one. As he moves on to his next life, I say with the poet Catullus, “Hail and farewell.”
We will meet again, Mr. Moore, and we will have all the time in all the worlds to talk and laugh and reminisce. I'm looking forward—and warming to his hospitality and conversation even now. There are surely elegant lakeside hostelries in heaven, and Stewart F. Moore is holding our reservations at the desk. He will treat us royally, there as here, as always.
My deepest condolences to you Patty and all your family. Your father had a long, rich, and rewarding life. I'm sure he is in a better place and very proud of his loving family. May we all be as blessed as Stew was.
Our deepest sympathies to the entire Moore family. His presence will be so missed at the Lake. All of our thoughts and prayers are with you!
We know you have the comfort of many happy memories of a wonderful, loving and well loved man. We send our love and heartfelt condolences during this difficult time of loss.