Randy Moore
This poem is just what it seems, my
thoughts about a friend of mine that has recently passed away. I first got
acquainted with Randy while I was serving on the board of our home owner's
association. I had been asked to serve as the vice-president. Randy had a real
desire to serve in the association and finally when one of our board members had
to resign, I was asked to fill the position and Randy was asked to take my
place. To say that we didn't hit it off well would have been an understatement.
To Randy everything was black and white there were no shades of gray. You either
obeyed the rules or you didn't. It turned out that it wasn't so bad because
Randy's job required him to travel a lot and he was often out of town when we
held the board meetings. This in and of itself was kind of a miracle to me. You
see Randy was legally blind.
Then Christmas rolled around we
found an invitation on our door knob inviting us to a Christmas party at Rand's
home. What a treat! It was kind of an open house and people from all over the
neighborhood drifted in and out. The food was fantastic.
Then one day Randy was called to be
our home teacher. I wasn't particularly thrilled about this as we had had home
teachers that we really loved. Randy's partner was having some health problems
so he often could not come with him. It was at this time that I got to see the
real Randy Moore. Since Randy couldn't drive, he would either walk to our home
or his sweet wife, Susan, would drive him. Randy would come every month and
leave a sweet message with us. It was during this time that I learned that
Randy's kidneys were failing and he was in need of a transplant. He went through
dialysis and different kinds of treatments that he had to administer himself at
home. He continued to travel for work as much as he could. Then towards the end
of last year, you could really see him starting to fail. He was second on the
transplant list and we were all sure that he would get a new kidney but that was
not to be. There were no kidney transplants performed in the entire month of
January and on February 28, 2012 Randy passed away.
When you get to be my age, you start
getting used to attending funerals and losing friends. And even though I only
knew Randy for a few years, he is one I will truly miss.
The doorbell rang one sabbath day, two men there filled the door. They were our new home teachers, Glen Smith and Randy Moore. We welcomed them with open arms and loved their spirit sweet. Their monthly visits to our home were really quite a treat. Randy traveled o'er all the land, but he didn't seem to mind. To me it was a miracle for he was nearly blind. He was perhaps the most giving man that ever I have known. He loved to share most everything, be it money or his home. The highlight of our Christmas time, the thing we most looked for, The Christmas party held each year at the home of Randy Moore. Few people knew the illness he struggled with each day. He always wore a friendly smile though his was not an easy way. We all had faith, hope seemed bright and all of us were sure God would bless this humble man and doctors find a cure. Randy fought the valiant fight and battled to the last. His faith in God supported him though just living was a task. But Randy's mission here on earth had reached its mortal end. His failing body gave up at last, no doctor could it mend. But now he's free, his eyes can see and he has traveled on. His work in life comes to an end; his mission here is done. His work now starts beyond the veil; he's passed through heaven's door. Both here and there are those who's lives were blessed by Randy Moore. Gale L. Wolfenbarger March 11, 2012
Copyright © 2012 Gale L. Wolfenbarger
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