Moomey Alan D.

Alan Moomey will be remembered for many for a variety of things

For me Alan, my uncle will be remembered as someone who is highly influential and loved

From a young age I remember Alan

He was the first person to teach me that it was ok to be different.

I remember him as always being honest

Honesty: not in the form of revealing everything, but in lacking deception, both indifferent and self-interested.

He was also fun, caring and intelligent, as I remember as a child

As I grew into early adolescence, Alan remained my “cool” uncle, separated as he was by thousands of miles and only able visit at a once-yearly basis.

I remember as a youth, prone to depression and spells of crying, Alan was one of the only people who could calm me. More than once, my mother called him for this reason.

In my early teenage years, I still looked up to Alan with admiration.

He unapologetically broke rules and norms, but not without some self-assured justification that he would gladly explain. In addition, he gave a wink and nod to my own acting out and in many ways became a friend.

I remember Alan's sense of humor. It was callous and somewhat dry and included the ability take a joke at his own expense.

He had faults which stuck with him throughout his life, as we all do. Though perhaps not as well as others nor in as much detail, I recall these as well.

Like most of my family, I only spoke with Alan occasionally over the past few years. Like many, it was hard for me to watch his health deteriorate, yet I admit others carried this burden much more heavily than I. I remember our last telephone conversation clearly.

Those who know me know I'm not prone to emotionalism. Neither was Alan, who I never saw cry.

But Alan gave more another thing to remember him by: my first experience of the great sadness of loosing a close family member.

There is much that can be learned from Alan's life, but this is a matter too personal for one to articulate for all. Let us remember the best of Alan: the way he inspired us, challenged us and changed us. Let us learn not be afraid or hemmed in by social expectations. Let us learn to cherish and best use the one thing we all have: life.

Love you, Dustin

 Alan has always been one of my most favorite people - ever.  He was a loyal friend, original, and full of fun.  I will miss him more than I can say.  To never hear that contagious laugh again, to not receive one his outrageous funny cards,  or talk again on the phone is still unbelievable.  I am so grateful to have spent his last three days with him, Chuck and Jan - that I got to hug him good bye and tell him I loved him.  His passing has left a gigantic hole in the hearts of his friends and family.  I pray he is at peace.

From the time we played together as kids we grew up together as adults, you were my best friend.
We laughed, cried and acted so crazy together. You were my best friend.
From the talks about the past, life and dreams we shared, you were my best friend.
I was there for you like you were for me. Like bread and butter or or peanut butter and jelly.
We were best friends.
Pep talks and there was very many of these. My brother no like other holds my heart to the fullest.
We grew up together doing everything from sharing, to scaring and having fun. more than just a broither.
You will forever have me and I will forever have you in my heart.
I think of the good times lots of good memories. My best best friend forever in my heart.
All the talks will truly not be gone, because I will never let go of my brother. 

Your sister and best friend,
Sharon