Nathan, beloved son of Mary Moir

only brother of Dan Moir

April 20, 1988 ~ July 1, 2007

Nathan John "Nate" Moir

Nathan John "Nate" Moir

Beloved Son & Brother

Beloved Son & Brother

My Brother Nathan

 

Nathan was different.

Probably the only one on the wet-most ride at Canobie wearing a poncho

It is sad knowing he had to get off life’s roller coaster, he loved them so much

But that was Nathan

He loved his Ice Cream

Always loved Bickfords’ double chocolate pancakes with ice cream on top

He had to ask for the five-scoop at Friendly’s and he’d eat it all

Because that was Nathan

Did you know there were more words to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?

And how many times a day he sang Mr. Sun when he was little?

He knew them all

And that was Nathan

He had a child-like soul

He took a stuffed animal to summer camp in boy scouts

At 19 he still wanted to play hide-and-go-seek, it was weird maybe

But that was Nathan

He knew so much technology

Who knew what he talked about half the time?

He was young when he started building computers

And if anyone could find a way to send e-mail from heaven,

it would be Nathan

The outdoors were his safe haven

The only one I knew to make grass angels

And on his last day he ran into the sunset, literally

And fell asleep on an outstretched tree over the lake to watch it

He never thought the calm waters would take him

Because he was, and always will be, my brother Nathan

Dan Moir

July 2007

My Brother Nathan

Nathan, beloved son of Mary Moir

only brother of Dan Moir

April 20, 1988 ~ July 1, 2007

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky!

When the blazing sun is gone,

When he nothing shines upon,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveler in the dark,

Thanks you for your tiny spark,

He could not see which way to go,

If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,

And often through my curtains peep,

For you never shut your eye,

Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark,

Lights the traveller in the dark,—

Though I know not what you are,

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

Just a token of love and remembrance to one we shall never forget.

Sadly missed by family

and friends