Raymond Paul Moats

I miss you more than time, awaits. I still have your sketch pad you sent to me just before you passed over. I think of you often. I miss our long talks and all the lessons you taught me. I´m 80 now. And just had to look you back up. To see your face. To remember the beauty you possessed in your soul. I still have your writings and study notes on the right calendar. I still have your memories of all those phone calls we had and I still remember the suggestions you gave me for my lifetime

I have a picture that he painted for my father,maj. Francis d. Fredenburgh of the plane he flew, when he flew with Col. Neel Kearby in ww2 in the south pacific with the 341st "blackjack" fighter squadron

Psalm 90:10 says that the days of our years are 70 years, And if because of special mightiness they are 80 years.
May the memories of the wonderful times you shared together bring a smile and joy in your heart.