Kaushik & Bharti Mistry and Family (Brother-in-law and Sister-in-law)

Entered June 18, 2021 from Richmond Hill

Dearest Moore Family,

We are so saddened by the passing of Pops. He was quite the character and we enjoyed the times we had with him. Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your loved ones right now. We hope you are able to find peace and comfort during this difficult time. Lots of love, Kaushik, Bharti, Hiren and Asha

Mohit Arora (Acquaintance of Kyle's)

Entered June 18, 2021 from ATLANTA

I didn't know Mr. Moore ("Dougie"), but my brother is a close friend of Kyle's so I've been around he and Vanlata enough to want to extend my deepest sympathies to the Moore family and everyone impacted by this loss.

Wishing for family to be able to gather in time and mourn together, and always remember Dougie fondly.

Carolyn Guest (Sister-in-law)

Entered June 19, 2021 from Bancroft

Say high to Gordon for me! RIP

Tracy Mcnaught - Fern (Niece)

Entered June 20, 2021 from Kingston Ontario

Those are beautiful words
I can’t believe your pops was 86. Longevity wow. I love it.
I am sorry for your loss . No matter what age or ailment it’s always so hard to see them Leave our place of presence here on earth .
I wish I could hug you and wipe your tears
I love you all. Understand that we are separated by distance but always close in heart ❤️
Trace xoo and family

Karen (Extra daughter)

Entered June 20, 2021 from Stouffville

I am saddened by the unexpected passing of Doug. He was like a second father to me, as I spent so much time at the Moore's house in my childhood years. Cheryl, my dearest friend, may you cherish the memories to help heal your heart ❤️🥰 and to Russ, Karen and Kyle, my “second siblings” ❤️❤️❤️

I will never forget his lazy boy chair episodes and pouring him a rum and coke from the basement bar when we were downstairs playing pool.

Daddy
A week ago today you left us, and I am still in shock. My mind is a blur of memories, as I move through pain, joy, and everything in between all at the same time. I notice laughter and tears bubbling up inside me simultaneously. I am overwhelmed at the depth of my emotions.
But today, on Father’s Day, I know you would want me to remember all you taught me, all we went through together in our life’s journey, and why we chose each other to be family. Most importantly you would want me to remember the many ways we helped each other over the course of our lives together, and the sweetness and tenderness of our love. A friend wrote the most beautiful words on a card I received yesterday. She came to me in anticipation of Father’s Day, knowing this would be a tough one. … Here’s what she said …
“Tomorrow is Father’s Day, and only a week since you lost yours. I can’t begin to imagine the void its left in your life. I never met your dad, but I know this – a father is the first man to love you. The love of a father for his daughter is intense, empowering, often a little clumsy – but so magical. A woman cannot show love the way that you do, without having been loved herself first. Always remember your father’s love is living strong inside you.”
That is the absolute truth. How powerful and comforting her message was. How much it helped me to remember who I really am, and how you have shaped me from my first moments on this earth.
I am heart broken. But that will pass. What will remain in its’ place is a fullness that comes from all that we have shared, and all that we have been to each other.
I love you daddy, and I am so glad I got to tell you that week after week, call after call, visit after visit, as your daughter, your advocate and your caregiver through your final years. It was a privilege. There are no words left unsaid between us, and that is a gift.
And I hope today, from that place on the other side of the great mystery, you are looking down on us with the same loving guidance you have always given; while at the same time freeing yourself of the burdens you carried here on earth.
With a smile, I recall one of your favorite sayings: ‘When Doug Moore goes on vacation, the sun always shines.” Well – a forever vacation is yours now dad, and from here on, I trust that the sun will hold you daily in its’ warm embrace.
Rest well, and know that your Spirit lives on through your children, your grandchildren, and the many lives you have touched.
Xoxoxo

February 20, 1936: It was the middle of the great depression, but there was no sense of bad effect from it, once the arrival of the squirming bundle of energy came to our home, known as Douglas Arlen Moore! I have to tell you a funny story that has always stuck with me. As Doug moved from babyhood to early childhood, an incident occurred at the early age of three years, which provided some insight for us into the precocious make up of our baby brother. My parents were in the business of providing room and board for students attending nearby U of T. Doug, even then, could see the need to be helpful, and one evening decided to do his part by clearing dishes from the table. The unanimous adult reaction was that he should wait until he was little bigger for such activity. When we told him this, in somewhat less gracious language, he told us that those assembled 'could place a kiss on his royal derriere,' if you get my drift, and he bustled on into the kitchen with his collection of plates! :) The whoops of laughter could be heard out on the street when he was out of earshot. Even at three, he had a quick wit, and knew how to use choice words to get the point across! Fortunately this was not a precursor to his life in the adult world, where decisions he made were recognized as being articulate, insightful and helpful all around. Nonetheless, we all looked back on it for a long time with a smile coming to our face each and every time we did so. Eventually the world turned, and life moved on, as it does, and family life with our own partners and children became front and center. I have many fond memories of the exchange of family visits between Fort Erie, where I lived, and Unionville, where Doug was raising his kids. A particular favorite is the annual jumping off of my roof top into the pool, after singing 'O Canada' on the July 1st holiday. We all also recall the time when the car was all packed up for Doug and his brood to return to Unionville after one of these events, only to be convinced to unpack, sit back, stay another night, and have another cold beer. I was always proud of my baby brother's work efforts too. His engineering skills guided the completion of many building projects in Ontario and the Maritimes, while at the same time doing justice to the requirements of family and finding time for the joys of his personal interests. He was especially enthusiastic about jazz, golf and hockey. I measure it as a good life for Doug. "Enjoy your new world with family baby brother. I miss you and I love you." Jim

Well Dad

It just isn’t the same here without you...

You have left a giant hole in my life, in all of our lives...

While I know there is nothing that could possibly fill this hole up, I am deeply grateful that you left behind an overflowing chest of happy moments of recall for us to cherish...

You were a character and a lively spirit, always looking for a laugh, or to offer a laugh, to keep the frequency tuned to a positive station on the dial. Good times, tough times, and everything in between, you were always there for all of us kids, no matter what, with complete and unbiased acceptance, endless reserves of compassion and understanding, and always entirely without judgement. You would graciously and humbly offer us advice based on your own experiences, but only if we asked for it, never impressing upon us your own perspective without an invitation.

For your time, you were ahead of the curve, willing to evolve to reconsider the traditional expectations of fatherhood, and to embrace the challenge of redefining yourself at the cusp of a new age focussed on empathy and equality. Much of what I have learned in this life about striving to uphold the guiding principles of integrity, objectivity, honesty, fairness, service, dedication, and accountability to myself, to my family and to my community, I learned from you.

You were my first, biggest, and forever real-life hero – the greatest man I have ever known, and will ever know.
You were a true gem, daddio - a guiding light, and you shone so brightly in our little corner of the universe.
Thank you, thank you, a million, billion, trillion thank yous for all that you did for us, all that you shared with us, all that you taught us.
We are forever in your debt, and happily so.

It was - it is - an honour and a privilege to be your son.
Rest easy knowing that I will do my best to continue to carry your legacy forwards, and to pass along the wisdom of your teachings to your grandchildren, in whose natures I recognize much of your curiosity, wit, playfulness, and zeal for life.

Safe travels, Pop...

May the tinkling ivories continue to form the soundtrack for your new life as you ascend from this earthly plane to the great beyond...

Until we meet again, a parting toast (of which you were known to be fond)...

“Here’s to those who wish us well
And those who don’t,
Can go to that other place...” ;)

xoxo (ad infinitum)

Your loving and devoted son

Russell

Uncle Doug,
What I remember most about you is your welcoming smile, always big hugs and vibrant energy, I have one particular memory that stands out for me that I would like to share.
It was late August and I was quite young.
My family and I were staying in Toronto for a skating competition. Unfortunately our time at the arena was cut short due to an unsuccessful run for me at the finals. However not all was lost. Feeling disappointed and it being later in the day we decided to crash at Uncle Doug’s house instead of making the trek to Fort Erie.
Upon arrival there my disappointment of the day immediately disappeared with hugs and excitement from everyone. Family took over. The cousins swam in the pool until all hours of the night and the adults enjoyed great family time together as they always did. Our families, as my father Jim stated, always had a great time together and it seemed that time stood still when we were all having fun as a family.
Thank you for all the great memories that the Moore adults made possible for the young Moore’s as we grew up.
Rest In Peace Uncle Doug,
Love,
Kerry

As I remember Uncle Doug, I know he had a great sense of humour and loved to tell a good joke. I loved hearing his stories and tales, and he was good at getting you to crack up. Lots of things got him laughing too, but mostly he loved it if he could make you laugh at his silliness. So as I think of him today, and all the good family times we had, I thought I’d share a funny story from my own memory about Uncle Doug.
When I was in my late 20’s, I had a position working under cover. This meant taking on a ‘certain look,’ that at times caused people not to recognize me. Well – this was one of those times!
Not even thinking about this, I had a chance to pop in at his house one weekend afternoon, and I knocked on the door, just wanting to say ‘hi.’ Because no one answered, but cars were in the driveway, I went about looking in the backyard, and then eventually, into all the windows, trying to see if someone was home.
Eventually, I found Uncle Doug … down the basement playing pool with the boys. So I knocked on the window to get their attention. Oh boy! I guess my appearance caused quite the stir, because I did not get the welcoming reaction I was looking for! Instead, before I knew it, Uncle Doug was running out the side door with pool cue in hand, chasing me away, yelling ‘I told you to stay away from here!’ I'm not sure who he thought I was, but he chased me all the way back to the road, despite my yelling ‘It’s Dale, it’s Dale!’ I guess the fact that I arrived on my motorcycle in full biker gear didn’t help matters! Once we all calmed down and figured out the mistake, we caught our breath and had a good laugh.
But I gotta tell you, I always thought of Uncle Doug as this kind of soft, gentle, easy-going, teddy bear kind of guy, and I would certainly have never expected him to turn on me like that. But I guess on this particular day, I learned that despite his soft outer shell, if push comes to shove – Uncle Doug was going to step up to protect his family and his home. You might say ‘there was more to him than meets the eye!’ I had a different respect for Uncle Doug that day, and I look back on that memory with a huge smile, because even without an official uniform, I learned uncle Doug was his own kind of security guard! LOL
Rest in peace Uncle Doug. I will miss our phone chats, but I am glad I got to see you on my last trip home.
Xo
Dale