Timothy A. Moore

My Uncle Tim. I always looked forward to the times when I was going to get to be around him. He seemed to have a special place for his nieces and nephews. He always gave me undivided attention. He taught me alot of soccer, I watched him play the bagpipes, practice his numchucks, and he taught me the greatest game of all...Monopoly! The one time I was about to win, he faked a sneeze and turned over the board. I'll never forget that one, and I'll get him back when I see him again! I love my...

To the family of Tim Moore, a man who recognized that he had so much to enjoy. Your call earlier this year was a delight to hear you tell me of all your loves in your life. Your little child, your wife, your love of music and the ocean and your talent for creating things plus your loving siblings and family. Each of the family and your friends were blessed to have you in their lives, even if it was for only a short time. Your left them with many memories that will carry them through this...

Uncle Tim you will be missed. I was so glad that I was able to speak with him recently. I was so happy to hear how well he was doing. He sounded so happy, telling me all about his little girl, and his life. He sounded so full of life. I was happy to hear him happy. Hearing about the ocean, berry picking, fishing,and other things. He played the violin and bagpipes for me, yes over the phone, but I was happy to hear it and only wish that I had recoreded it somehow. It was neat to hear him play...

I am very sorry to hear of the loss of Tim. I know he will be missed by many.You are all in our prayers. Love, Gail Mathes and family

Timothy, I'm your oldest and "favorite" sister, as you were my "favorite" brother. Actually, you were like a son to me, and I now have very large hips from carrying you around when you were just a young tyke, to prove it. Remember, "In a lonely tree in the moonlight, sits a poor unhappy owl. Much too young to fly in the moonlight, he can only sit and scowl. Little owl, you are crying, you are painfully sighing, little owl you'll be flying, when your wings grow big and strong. Tic coori,...

Uncle Tim, You will always be missed by your whole family. We love you.