Victor Irwin Moses

1938 - 2021

Victor I. Moses, born March 17, 1938, left this world on January 30, 2021 at the age of 82 after suffering a stroke. He spent his final days in the loving care of the nurses at UMass Worcester and the amazing Beacon hospice team; we are thankful for the comfort and dignity they provided him.  Vic only recently retired from the Bar after a nearly 60 year career practicing law in Manchester. He served his clients tirelessly while building, what at one point, was the highest volume independent real estate law practice in the state. He served his community through decades of volunteer work. Vic grew up in Hartford and often reminisced of his Cabot Street neighborhood, Manny's Deli, and various associated shenanigans. He attended Weaver High before heading off to UConn and then Boston University Law School.  Our grandparents sent our mom to Lesley College in the hope that she'd meet a Harvard boy; but they had to settle for a nice boy from BU. He spent the last few years of his life living with his brother, Henry, their dog Elsa, and a yet to be explained chicken named Gertrude.  Vic and Henry were the quintessential "Oscar and Felix", in virtually every way.  However, the time they had together was precious and the family is forever grateful for the love and companionship Henry provided Vic. Their late in life bond should remind us all; don't ever hesitate to hug someone important to you, and don't let a day go by that you don't tell them you love them. Vic leaves his daughter Carrie and her husband Manuel, his son Michael and his wife Beth, his grand-daughters Sarah, Jennie, and Rebekah, his brother Henry, and his sisters, Merle and Bobbie.  Vic also leaves many dear friends in the communities where he made his home, from Manchester, to West Hartford, to Mystic, and Brooklyn. You all know who you are, and we thank you for the love and companionship you provided him. The good times and related memories were numerous; here's just a few - Stealing a leg off the Thanksgiving turkey at the home of dear friends; for which Joyce still has not forgiven him - He was proud that he used Tuckerman's Ravine as a latrine while on a climbing trip with brother-in-law Ben - Decades of running the Manchester Road Race, regardless of rain, snow, or frigid temperatures. Michael and Vic ran it together many times.  As recently as this past November, he reminded Michael that he still hadn't beaten his best time of 38 minutes - Countless Jogger's Grog parties after the Road Race with friends and family - Late nights playing pinball in the basement with our neighbor and friend Leo - Vic, instead of wearing his bathing suit, opted for his birthday suit, while on a "Sweet Life" trip with Joyce and Charlie (the same victims of the turkey leg incident) - Lobster parties and resulting food flinging during our many, many summers at White Sands Beach; especially the cherished times with his college roommate and aforementioned brother-in law, Ben and family - Cocktails before noon at White Sands Beach and in general, good times in Old Lyme - All things with an ampersand: The A&P, Bee & Thistle, and Wine & Roses - He and Judy loved Sinatra, but the memory of them "dirty" dancing to Notorious B.I.G. is a horrifyingly beautiful memory - Long, martini laden evenings with our neighbors and friends, Peter and John - His odd fixation with inclimate weather and where everyone in his life was located during a storm - Every Thanksgiving, High Holiday, and Seder back in the day when the entire family celebrated together - albeit some of us relegated to the "kids" table, measured by maturity of course. Tony and Henry, good times! - His angst at having to attend family events, balanced with the joy he felt after enduring them Vic cherished his immediate family, close friends, the Red Sox, UConn basketball, martinis with a glass of ice and 2 olives, peanuts, fresh ground pepper on everything, toasted sausage grinders from Vic's Pizza (only on Sundays while watching the Giants), tuna on toast from Shady Glen, escargot at Cavey's, celebrations at the Old Lyme Inn, and shrimp cocktails at Cherrystones. He especially loved and cherished his three "poopsies', Sarah, Jennie and Rebekah.  While we are all saddened by our loss, we are at peace knowing he is together with Judy again, most likely hand-in-hand, strolling down the Champs-Élysées. The countless journals and photographs diligently recorded by our mom that memorialized the joy of a life well-lived have provided us the foundations of what our family will continue to celebrate. In that spirit, and as was his wish, services will be private with a celebration of life to be planned post-COVID, this coming summer.  If you would like to make a donation in Vic's memory, please donate to an organization most meaningful to you. I would like to be remembered as a man who had a wonderful time living life, a man who had good friends, fine family – and I don't think I could ask for anything more than that, actually. – Frank Sinatra