David Duffy Moran Jr.

David Moran Obituary

David Duffy Moran, Jr., age 30, beloved son of David D., MD and Diane, nee Peterson; loving brother of Libby (David) Ansani, Megan (David) Schwieder and Christopher Moran; cherished uncle of Ellie and Kate Ansani, Thompson and Greta Schwieder. Funeral Wednesday, June 13, 9:30 a.m., from Ryan-Parke Funeral Home, 120 S. Northwest Hwy. (2 blks. So. of Touhy), Park Ridge, to St. Paul of the Cross Church. Mass 10 a.m. Interment Town of Maine Cemetery. Visitation 4 to 9 p.m., Tuesday. In lieu of flowers, memorials to Northwest Community Hospital, Critical Care Center; St. Vincent DePaul Society or the charity of your choice appreciated.

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Published by Chicago Tribune from Jun. 11 to Jun. 12, 2001.

Memories and Condolences
for David Moran

10 Entries

Sean Muldoon

April 18, 2016

Although I learned of Dave's passing a long time ago, I failed to forward my most condolences to his loved ones. I met Dave while at Spring Hill and we quickly became friends (along with Rich Sheehan RIP). I'll never forget the 'here's the shirt off my back' mantra Dave carried with him in everything he did. Dave's warm sense towards people naturally made everyone feel at ease, I never heard him say an unkind word about anyone. I truly enjoyed my time with him, be it playing golf, enjoying a meal together, or playing Frisbee on a warm sunny day in Mobile.

Prayers for Dave and all the people who love him to this day.

Sean M. Muldoon
SHC '95

Julie Vasquez (Otto)

July 17, 2001

My sister Ellen and I grew up a few doors down from Dave, Meg, Chris, and Libby. We were very sad to hear of Dave's passing and send our deepest condolences. It has been a long time since we have seen any of the Moran clan, but still have lots of fond and fun memories of kids games and long summers on East Avenue. Our sympathy and thoughts are with you.

Julie (Otto) Vasquez

Ellen (Otto) Huminiecki

Bob Dumit

July 6, 2001

I doubt I can even start

Such a terrible pain in my heart

I can feel no shame

Am I to blame

For I’m not lost

My life has been tossed

Across the sea

Will I ever be free

From this pain in my heart

The tide will always come

But it won’t take me away

Am I just chum

Out in the bag…

Down by the sea

Laying under a tree

Who would have thought

That such destruction could have been wrought

In my life

Watching the crabs in the sand

Scurry here and there over the land

Upon which I can’t even stand

Alone

I command a hand

To help me arise

And not be so mesmerized

To look into my own eyes and realize

See though the disguise

The disgust

Let the ocean breeze blow away the dust

Grief and sorrow are rust

I must in something trust

Life is lust

Not death and decay

But even with a great trust

I can’t shove the gloom away

It only sits above

At bay

While under a tree I lay

Down by the bay

May forever I stay strong play

Such a thunderous thwack

In me did explode

I’m under attack

And left fully exposed

To my own brokenheart

My life scape torn apart

By tears that tear

And fears that wear, what an ugly call

In such madness I mull

I’ve let my light grow dull

It make no sense

I demand recompense

Requires a requiem

To impugn this repulsive requisition

What a sad imposition

Meaningless non sense

I cry while I wait for the key to the grate

Let me slip through its holes

Into the water that consoles

My soul won’t hesitate

To accept the sun’s rays

In my life there is a desert

Where I wander in a daze

The waves crash in a craze

And crush upon the bays

I’ll languish for days

Searching far away for a way

To stop to remember.

Drink to forget

To remember to smile

Even for a little while

I’m free from this trial

But not from within

For in whiskey I swim

My life is not a joke

But is there any reason

To shed this cloak

Of despair. Did you still care

For a bit I’m fine until the next incline

I live without a care

but still I decline to open my heart

like I did in the start

it’s just not fair

playing truth or dare

I’m lost everywhere

Why can’t I care. So much did we share

Forever must I bare

What happened to you

Whose heart was always true

To your self. I have your picture on my shelf

You couldn’t be tame

What a shame

You’re so lame

My life you did maim

It’s no longer a game

Tied to the tracks in the rain 5:15 train

It’s no longer a game

But I can’t take it serious

Living in this plain makes me delirious

I’m really not curious no one’s impervious

I’m just furious

At life for this hand

That never should have been dealt

How can I stand

When I feel like a welt

No beneath the suns rays I melt

Where I once was bemused

I feel so accused

And never excused

I’m having a blast once again refused

My heart races so fast

Why am I so out of caste

Everything now

There is no past

Just show me how

To make it last

Forever gone

I’ll mow the grass

And wait for dawn

Upon the lawn I’ve run out of gas

What tremendous backlash

Whip lash

Why did you crash

Such a shame we never came

To grow old together

No matter, whatever

Aren’t we still together

Forever

The sun comes up

But my sky is always black

And with an empty cup

I lay naked on my back

Eternity always never now

Reality old ways forever bow

Selfish self-centered yes

You never really left I can tell by the mess

Left in this cleft

It’s not a guess

Your spirit will always streak

But this secret to me will you leak

The way not to decay

I must play every day

With out delay

Such a display

Of sorrow

From whom may I borrow

Some time from the past

If in circles I go

May forever I last

I’m so trashed

Against the beeches bashed

Like sand I’m smashed

Wanting only to rest

But not be like the rest

I’ve ridden on the crest

With the best I’ve been blessed

Time so well spent

Without relent

Never broken only bent

Over the edge

Say nothing

Act casual

Up on the ledge

There is a wedge

Which I cannot reach

Of you may I beseech

A speech from beyond

In the pond I lay

Forever and a day

Decay

Can I ever leave

Grieve

Why can’t I stray

What a waste

That in such a haste

We traveled along

Talking in rhyme

Walking in time

Into another statistic

And I’m left ballistic

Not a good trick

Such a short schtick

To lean on

This is out of control

Smoke another bowl

But this isn’t the way

Such stinking decay

To the sky

May I fly

Away away

A way I seek

Not to be so bleak

Yes, indeed I need

A way to be freed from this pain

I will do more than regain

I shall remain

And through this life maintain

A steady gain

Through the burning rain

Roll like a train

Through this ever lasting night

Without a fright

How could I be so tight

Just give me a cat

Or your old cowboy hat

Hello in there Dave

So glad we could chat

Two stranded sirens in the night

But in my environs you I will always sight

And with great might I am able to

Alight in delight

For in this life

I haven’t even begun

And you’ve already made your run

How are we supposed to have fun

When our time with you is done

Complete delete

I can’t retreat

I’ll never admit defeat

Isn’t that what you said

Laying hungover in bed

Oh my soul you always fed

But now instead I turn red

Is there really any need

For me to concede

This terrible feeling of greed

Maybe I’ll pack a bowl

Crawl in a hole

But I can’t live off the dole

Oh my soul will you console

To give in with such a meager fight

Is just not right

In your passing I must find delight

I might just go fly a kite

And rise from this buried life

Full of needless strife

High above I shall soar

Listen to the waves roar

Once again be joyously alive

From within I will strive

To live

To give

Smile

Bob

JENN PIEL(WELZENBACH)

July 2, 2001

I KNEW DAVID MY WHOLE LIFE, 25 OF MY 30 YRS.HE WAS ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS,HE WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR ME AND TAUGHT ME TO HAVE MORE CONFIDENCE IN MYSELF. I BELIEVE HE WILL ALWAYS BE A PART OF ME.I THANK HIM FOR AMAZING MEMORIES,A PRICELESS FRIENDSHIP,HIS TENDERNESS ,ABILITY TO HAVE FUN,AND FOR SILLY JOKES I WILL TEACH MY DAUGHTERS. I WILL MISS HIM AND LOVE HIM FOREVER. HE LOVED THE "PRICE IS RIGHT" AND MUCHOF MY HIGH SCHOOL CAREER WAS SPENT IN MY T.V. ROOM DURING 3RD PERIOD WATCHING HIM MAKE HIS BIDS...WE BOTH EVENTUALLY GOT SUSPENDED AND THE DEAN GAVE US DIFFERENT DAYS SUSPENSION FOR FEAR WE'D HAVE TOO MUCH FUN TOGETHER IF SHE DIDN'T...SHE WAS RIGHT! GOOD-BYE TO A DEAR OLD FRIEND........

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Tim & Patti Nilson

June 19, 2001

We are very sorry to see that David passed on. We knew he did not look himself the night we called for help for him. He seemed to keep alot to himself but he always made it a point to stop and talk to you if he saw you outside his apartment. Our family will miss seeing him very much. Our prayers are with David and his family.

Cindi Sheehan

June 16, 2001

Even though my husband has already signed this I feel led to write some things I remember about Dave. He is the only friend that has consistantly kept in touch with Richard since college. I will always remember Dave's "phone voice", it always had a kind of smile to it. If I was having a bad day and Dave called I was smiling by the time we hung up. I remember the first time I met Dave at Spring Hill, he was singing the song "Country Road" by John Denver. That song will always remind me of Dave. May God bless his family with loving memories of a GREAT guy! The country road has truly taken him home. God bless, Cindi

Richard Sheehan

June 16, 2001

I went to college with Dave and lived with him for a summer. I consider him one of my closest friends. We spoke on the phone at least once a month, sometimes for hours. Dave was the closest thing to a brother I have ever had. He taught me how to be confident and not to worry about superficial things. He taught me how to play the guitar and how to play golf. When my wife and I went to see him in Chicago a few years ago, he introduced us to Spinach Pizza (yuck!). He was always the first person up in the morning and the last one to go to bed. He accomplished more in one day than I did in a week. I think about him every day and I miss him tremendously.

Amy Dumit

June 12, 2001

I had only met Dave a few times--he

grew up next door to my husband, Bob--but I spoke to him countless times on the phone. He would call every other month or so to catch up with Bob and say hello. If Bob wasn't home(or even when he was!), he would talk to me for a good hour about all sorts of things. I felt he was a great friend to me although I barely knew him, and he always made a point of making sure that Bob was treating me well before he hung up. He was just the nicest guy I've ever met. I'll miss those phone calls from Dave...

John Coffey

June 12, 2001

I knew Dave for years, and feel honored to be able to count him as one of my best friends. There was nobody like Dave, that's what made him special. There is no way to express how much I am going to miss him over the years.

-John Coffey

Scot Kirk

June 11, 2001

What sad news. I knew David better in past years, and had lost touch recently, since my move away from Chicago. My thoughts and prayers go out to his family and friends. Remember him as I do...a happy, and funny guy.

Scot Kirk

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