Paul C. Moore

Paul Charles Moore, age 29 and holding (for several decades), passed away on December 27, 2025. He was born on September 29, 1952, to Russell and Mabel Moore, who preceded him in death.

Paul lived a life marked by adventure, hard work, and a healthy dose of ornery charm-so much so that he often claimed "Trouble" was his middle name. Known lovingly as Papa Bear, he had a big heart, a teasing grin, and a presence that filled every room.

From 1956 to 1961, Paul lived in Paraguay, an experience that shaped his curiosity and appreciation for the wider world. He later graduated from Woodbridge High School in 1971, before embarking on a long career as a semi-truck driver, spending countless miles on the open road-most often dressed in black and topped with his signature black fedora. On the CB, he was known as "Dreamer", and anyone who knew him knew why.

Though his wardrobe leaned dark, his favorite color was blue-like his eyes, a detail many remember when recalling his playful gaze and knowing smile.

Paul had many passions. He loved gardening, never shying away from hard work or a good project, like his fish pond which reflected his creativity and imagination or his other profound inventions. He was also an accomplished sled dog racer, proudly owning and racing his own dogs-an endeavor that perfectly matched his adventurous spirit, determination, and love for animals. He had a deep and unwavering love for strawberry pie, and held a special place in his heart for the cherry tree at his childhood home, a symbol of simpler days and sweet memories.

He is survived by his six beloved children, Carla (Chris) Cahall, Deanna (Bill Gressick) Moore, Bradley (Charlene) Moore, Jason (Danielle) Moore, Kaylyn (Misael) Neponuceno, and Grant Moore,

21 grandchildren, and 3 great-grandchildren.

And by his s brothers, John (Kathy) Murphy, Peter (Patsy) Moore, James (Lodema Miller) Moore, Daniel (Gloria) Moore, and David (Melanie) Moore, and numerous nieces and nephews.

Paul will be remembered for his humor, his work ethic, his stubborn streak, and his deep love for family. He taught those around him how to work hard, laugh often, and never take age too seriously.

His legacy lives on in stories told, pies shared, trees admired, and in the unmistakable spirit of a man who was proudly, lovingly, and forever ornery.