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TRIBUTES TO A BELOVED FRIEND |
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Our dear friend Loren
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on February the third, two
thousand six. |
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below are a few notes of
tribute.
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WE LOST A
FRIEND
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Today we
lost a revered net friend
his name: Mr. Loren Moore,
Aaaah `he shared such mirth
and beauty
his stories filled with
laughter store.
A Texan was he ... with his
tall fishing/ hunting tales a God loving man .. a devoted
mate of many years,
A great man
has risen
leaving many
admirers in tears.
He leaves
behind loved family
those of
whom he in life most admired,
A legend to
them and to his many readers
who will
recall him on the banks of the Caddo Lake yet knew he
was growing tired.
Yes, we`ve
lost a Dear Net Friend
to the
promised heavens above,
Yet `each
person on earth that crossed his path was showered
with hopes love.
May He
Forever Rest In Peace
* All His
Cyber Friends *
2-04-2006
Sherry
Kersey
skersey@centurytel.net
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It was Sherry
Kersey who introduced me to Loren a little over
two years ago. She sent me a story he had written.
I immediately contacted him for permission to use
it. He informed me he had lots of them he had
written. A friendship bloomed. I know many of you
were on his mail list before signing on with us. I
have a copy of the last story he wrote, and it
will be used soon |
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Texas
Bob
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IN MEMORY…ALWAYS |
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LOREN MOORE |
A great loss was suffered with the death of Loren Moore. He was a loving and dedicated husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. And if he was your friend, he was faithful and caring beyond description.
Loren was many things: An outdoorsman that loved hunting and fishing, a man who adored the dogs that had shared his life, an ornery rascal that loved to tease, and he was a natural-born storyteller….
The day he decided to write his first story he would have been in shock knowing where that path would lead. He entertained and put smiles on faces around the world.
I’ll never forget the stories we co-wrote, and they will always be treasured. We never discussed where a story was going once one of us threw out a beginning sentence or title. When it was completed we would chat on the phone. Usually I’d say, “Loren, I had that story set up to go in such and such direction and you threw me a curve ball.” Oh, how he would laugh -- admitting he did it on purpose to rattle me! He was a wonderful playmate… full of life with a wacky sense of humor.
Never a quitter, he put up a courageous fight with his medical problems, and set an example we should all follow – enjoy each day as if it was your last. I hope he knew how much, and how many folks loved him. He will live on always in his stories and in our hearts.
Loren, you will be missed more than words can say. Farewell dear friend, till we meet again…at a nother place and at a nother time.
Kathleene S. Baker
Lnstrlady@aol.com
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In Memory of Loren Moore
While the poet/writer within me
struggled for the words that rhymed,
to remember Loren by, I kept finding myself lost somewhere in the
silence. So I just began writing words that reminded me of him and
all that he shared with his readers, and I couldn't help but smile for
Loren had a wonderful sense of humor, and it always came through
shining in a seemingly effortless way.
The very first encounter I had
with Loren was I had written a poem
that Bob Craig (Texas Bob) had placed on one of his many pages, and
Loren emailed me, and asked me where in East Texas I lived, and from
that day forward, I read every story he wrote, and shared, and not one
of them ever left me without smile.
One didn't have to meet him face
to face to know he was one of the most genuine people in the world.
Through all the imagination, and the tall fishing and hunting tales,
there was one light that always, ALWAYS came to surface, and that was
his unquestionable love for his wife and his faith in God.
He told me some
of his health woes, and that it truly saddened him sometimes to only be
able to visit and fish Caddo in his memories anymore, but he'd not take
a million dollars for even one of them. They were as precious to him as
any treasure could ever have been.
While we have been left no choice but to say our so longs to a man
that had come to mean so much to so many, we know that we've been left
with a great written legacy of Tall Tales that will keep him here with
us until we see him again.
I know I'll never see a cypress
tree laced with spanish moss, or go catfishing that I won't think of and
remember Loren.
Maybe it's the writer in me, but
I can't get the picture of an empty wheelchair sitting at the edge of
Caddo in all it's glorious splendor, out of my mind, or maybe it's
because I know that wheelchair is only an earthly aid for the earthly
body, and I know that today Loren is walking that golden Heavenly
pathway, telling his Tall Texas Tales with Buck once again at his side.
My prayers and condolences goes
out to Loren's family and friends. I know the pain one suffers from the
loss of a loved one, and I pray they will also find peace in knowing he
suffers no more.
God Bless You Loren Moore and
may all your fish be big ones and all your hunts be bountiful and all
your stories be filled with laughter
This is not goodbye; but only so long; til we meet again one fine day.
Lisa Hilbers
Alba, Texas
Spread Your Wings and Fly With Angels
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TRIBUTE TO MY FRIEND LOREN MOORE
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The Lord watches over and protects us,
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as the storm
clouds bring cold rain. |
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He has now
called a dear friend home, |
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which to so many
has caused Much pain. |
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The son he has called home now,
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has entertained, and gave such a grin. |
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To the thousands, the whole world over, |
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he was
our special entertaining friend. |
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and his funny stories too. |
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That he spent his
time writing,
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for
folks like me and you. |
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or
was privileged to shake his
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In
my respect and memories, |
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you can bet he will always
stand. |
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he brought
such smiles and joy. |
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Some of the best
stories were,
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of the times he
was just a boy. |
Some folks were
often burdened ,
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with pain or
serious doubt. |
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His writings
blessed and cheered,
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and
helped to bring them
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The lovely
young lady that he loved so,
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one day became his
bride. |
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She loved him so,
and was, |
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always by his
side. |
She went to
Caddo, often,
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purposely to serve his
wish. |
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'Though
sometimes she,
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really did enjoy the
fish. |
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we loved him dearly. |
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In my thoughts I
feel, |
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I can see him
clearly. |
Up in glory with
St Peter,
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he'll
be happy and get his
wish. |
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I'm sure you remember Peter, |
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he will be a buddy he also loved to
fish. |
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special to share
with all. |
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I knew all it
took was, |
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simply a brief phone
call. |
He never
one time failed,
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to come right
through. |
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He wrote a story of what ever, |
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was needed to
share with you. |
Loren, we
will miss you fiercely,
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we liked the way you ran your race. |
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We know that our
Loving Father, |
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has for you now
a better place. |
by . . . Texas Bob
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2/04/06
TexasBob@texasbobsworld.net
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A TRIBUTE TO
LOREN MOORE |
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by Clara Wersterfer
When Loren Edward Moore arrived at the Pearly Gates on Feb
3, 2006, he was met by St. Peter holding a very large book.
"Who might you be?" asked St. Peter.
"Why, I am Loren Moore. Husband, father, grandfather and
writer of tales." replied Loren.
St Peter leafed through the book he was holding. "Are you
the person who has entertained multitudes of people, brought
smiles and laughter to those who were sad and feeling down?
Brought words of encouragement to others. Are you the man
who loved to commune with nature, saw the beauty in all of
God's creation and lived your life so that it was pleasing
to God, family, and friends?"
Loren looked down at the cloud he was standing on, then
looked at St Peter. "I never thought about all that. I just
lived my life as someone who loved his fellow man and
treated everyone with respect."
St Peter beckoned an Angel to come forth. "Please take Mr
Moore to one of our finest mansions, and make sure he has
paper and pen to write with.
He must have a "whole nother story for a different time"
to write."
Clara Wersterfer
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THIS PAGE IS DEDICATED TO
THE LOVING MEMORY OF OUR DEAR FRIEND LOREN MOORE, AND HIS
LOVING WIFE JOHNNIE WHO DEDICATED HER ENTIRE EXISTENCE TO HIM
FOR THE LAST FEW MONTHS OF HIS TIME HERE ON EARTH. |
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