Steven Neal Moser

Steven Neal Moser did not simply pass from this world on February 21, 2026-he left it the way he lived in it: boldly, fiercely, and on his own terms.

Born in Greensboro and raised with Carolina grit in his veins, Steve was the son of Harry Wilton Moser and Sarah Elizabeth Rich Moser, and sister to Rita Moser Willis who went before him and surely welcomed him home with open arms. From those beginnings grew a man who would carve out a life as solid and enduring as the wood he shaped with his hands.

For 67 years, Steve lived as a craftsman, a storyteller, an outdoorsman, and a legend in every sense of the word.

In Graham, North Carolina, where he made his home, his workshop was more than a room, it was a forge. In his hands, raw timber became heirlooms. Sawdust and sweat mixed with patience and instinct, and what emerged were pieces built not just to last, but to be remembered. Woodworking was not a hobby. It was art. It was therapy. It was legacy.

But Steve was never meant to be contained by four walls.

He chased fish across quiet waters at dawn. He carved lines through snow on skis. He hunted with steady hands and sharp instinct. He tended gardens with the same care he gave to everything he loved. He played poker with a grin that dared you to call his bluff. He boated under open skies, living for the wind, the water, and the freedom of it all. The outdoors wasn't where he visited, it was where he belonged.

And then there were the stories.

Wild. Unfiltered. Larger than life. The kind of stories that made you laugh until you cried, or lean in closer because you couldn't believe what you were hearing. If you were lucky enough to be part of one, you didn't just hear it later-you lived it. And if you weren't? Well, Moser would tell it in a way that made you feel like you had been there all along.

He was, without exaggeration, a legend.

But for all the adventure, all the bravado, all the unforgettable moments, his greatest pride was his family.

He leaves behind two daughters, Amber Murphy (Kevin) and Brittney Moody (Joey), who carry forward his strength, humor, and fire. His grandchildren, Adalyn Elizabeth, Brixton Anderson, and Aiyana Grace, were his heart walking outside his body. They were his joy, his softness, his reason to slow down and savor the moment. In their eyes, he wasn't just MoMo. He was magic.

He also leaves behind his nephews Jonathan Willis (Christy), Chase Hanford (Rachel), Tate Hanford (Erin), great-nieces and nephews Johnny and Harker Leigh Willis, Harper, Danny, Reef and Indigo Hanford-who will grow up hearing the stories and knowing they came from a man who lived fully and loved fiercely.

He loved his friends like family and his family like treasure. Around a fire, at a poker table, on a boat, or in a backyard with a cold drink and laughter in the air, those were the places he built his kingdom. Not of riches, but of relationships.

Moser leaves behind more than memories.

He leaves behind craftsmanship that will outlive us. Stories that will be told for generations.

A family strengthened by his love.

And a legend that cannot be replicated.

A Celebration of Life will be held at a later date, though anyone who knew him understands that celebrating Moser isn't confined to a single day.

It's every time a fish hits the line.

Every time a story gets a little louder.

Every time sawdust hits the floor.

Every time family gathers and laughter fills the room.

Legends never really leave.

In lieu of flowers the family requests donations to Camp Albemarle Nature School Annual Fund in Memory of Steve Moser.