Charles Gary Moore

He was more than just the love of my life...he was my best friend. Someone I could count on. The only person in the world who knew me and loved me despite my shortcomings. He was the one I could be myself with. He was the one who was always there for me on bad days after Kris died. Late at night when lying in bed he was the one who would hold my hand and we would talk about dreams we both had for our future. We were two halves of a whole. He was that young boy who was so excited on our wedding day. So anxious to start a new life together. He was the one I wanted to grow old with. He would always say he knew what I was thinking before I said anything. He loved his family and was so proud of all of his children. He was as excited to have our first child as he was to have our last and all those in between. He was the hardest working man I ever met. He wanted his children to have all they needed and some of what they wanted. He loved Christmas more than anyone I ever knew. That is why I will always decorate for Christmas even when I really don’t feel like it. He loved Christmas trees with lots of lights and sparkle. He was the man who on our first Christmas took the time to take each individual tinsel strand and hang it carefully on the tree. Believe me that was a lot of work.

He was my biggest fan when I would start a new hobby. At the end of his life he was still making plans to help me start paint pouring parties for kids. He said he would be my helper. He was a true dreamer. He was the loving and thoughtful person who would come walking up to my theater at Dollywood with a huge smile on his face holding a brown bag which I knew held something he knew I would love from the glass shop. He was the man I witnessed use the last drop of strength he had to force himself to sit on the edge of his hospital bed and let the therapist hoist him to his feet just for me and his children. It was his way of telling us all that he loved us and that he wanted to get better just for us. He was the man who knew no strangers. He was the man who when he went into a Dollar Tree at Christmas time would say “I’m getting hats and gloves for the children’s Christmas box because winter is going to be cold.” He was my Hallmark movie buddy. He was the person I loved doing things with more than anyone else in the entire world. He was the one who always asked if I wanted my heater for my feet turned on at night and the one who always asked if I needed my medicine refilled. He was the man who said if I wanted a pink bedroom he didn’t mind sleeping in a pink girly room as long as I was happy. He loved rainy cloudy days as much as I do. He was and always will my other half and the love of my life. I will love him and miss him till we meet again at the gates of Heaven.