Ronald Lee Moser

I met Ron when I started working at Stoops two and half years ago. I consider him the first friend I made there. He would stop by my desk daily to see how it was going and give me little treats and snacks. A very kind and remarkable person. he will be truly missed.

Ron is the most caring person I have ever known. He was always attentive to others’ needs and well-being. Ron was always helping with home projects, sharing his expertise and possessions with others, and making sure everyone in his presence felt loved and accepted. He loved seeing the joy in others’ happiness. The words I would use to describe Ron are angelic and a kind and gentle soul.

Loved being around the Mosers at church. My deepest sympathies to the family.

Susan, it was with sadness that we learned of Ron’s passing. Our thoughts and prayers are with you during this difficult time. We hope the treasure of loving memories, and the support of family and friends will comfort you in the days ahead. Your Centerstone coworkers

Susan and family – We read in the paper about Ron’s passing. We extend our heartfelt prayers and sympathies to you and your children. I often think of you and have wondered how you were doing. Linda and Don Wakefield

[Tribute Part 1] My brother was a gentle person, a true gentleman. He had a lot of mature qualities that I admire– his strong sense of duty, his kind protective instinct, his efficiency. But I am broken-hearted that he is gone, and I’m sad for everyone who knew him, so I guess it’s the silliness and optimism of our childhood that I want to add to his Tribute Wall. Ron was the best brother a sister could have. He was 4 1/2 years older than me, so everything he did seemed fascinating. As a child he was very entertaining. He was forever digging dirt, shuffling, moving objects around in strange containers to strange places. He was constantly building things—tree houses, igloos, caves, go-karts. Electricity was a favorite pastime and I was often included in his projects. I had the privilege of testing the shock buttons on his fancy little electrical devices. (And, ‘Oh, let’s test the batteries on our tongues. You may go first.’) The shocks always worked! As did the flashing lights and sirens. No matter. If something did go wrong he was eternally unperturbed and congenial. My brother excelled at taking things apart and was completely fearless about whether he could get them back together. He read dictionaries for hours and performed magic tricks. He read street signs backward. He enjoyed inventing words. In school Ron was good in math and sciences –he explained Einstein’s Theory of Relativity to me– (or tried anyway) but was also a surprisingly good creative writer. (Wrote poetry when he was young.) His humor was ‘off the wall’. When prompted he would do accents for me. My favorite was, ‘Ronnie, the little French Cowboy’. (Although he did a good Italian voice.) His humor never made fun of people, I loved that. I never heard my brother say mean words about anyone. I idolized him. Ever the humanitarian, Ron seemed to think if someone had a problem, the solution should be practical. He didn’t preach his beliefs, he lived them. He wasn’t inclined to dwell on where you’d made a wrong turn. Rather, he was like the Knight in Shiny Armor prepared (always prepared!) with help for a friend and didn’t even require a ‘thanks’. He was unpretentious. My brother was a Mensan with a very high IQ. Yet, if a topic was hard to understand he sincerely didn’t consider you unintelligent. He would have made the ideal teacher with that mix of patience, curiosity and the ability to explain with crystal clarity. He was a tough, rugged Boy Scout his whole life. It appeared to me he never got the accolades or appreciation he deserved. Ron saved two people’s lives that I know of. And he didn’t receive praises that others did. But then, he wasn’t in line for a prize. He read a wide range of subjects. He enjoyed international music. Over his life Ron had diverse hobbies–gardening, bird watching, knife and coin collecting, travel and photography. As a kid he collected Indian artifacts and arrowheads. Who can even remember them all? My Bro found time to teach me a lot. Algebra, grammar, physics, how to drive, how to be frugal. He taught my daughter Judy (his niece) about motorcycles and how to shoot. He had a load of cool gadgets. I bought a world band radio and Ron was going to introduce me to antenna theory and the ham radio. Sadly, time ran out on that promise. [continued in Part 2] ~ Karin Moser

I still see Ron leaning over my car last year and saying, ‘that won’t be hard to fix just bring it by anytime.’ He was a generous, gentle and kind man. He had great aplomb and a quiet spirit! It is with deep sadness I send you this message to you Suan, the whole Moser family. Thank God for the gift of memory that his light will keep shining for you all. He is now with his father in heaven. With great compassion for a blessed Man, Ron Moser! Jeannette Brumfield and Robert Sipes Friends