There is much talk of heroes today. Superheros like Superman and Batman fill our movie screens with action and adventure. Football players and other sports figures are heros because they make the final point that wins the game. Actresses and actors are often portrayed as heroes because they perform some act of charity. But today this world is without a real hero. He was hero to his country. When our country was attacked by Japan at Pearl Harbor, he was ready to go fight. He was not allowed to go overseas due to a weak heart. But that didnt stop him from serving his country. He became an MP in Ardmore, Oklahoma, where he keep the peace among the military men while at home. He was a hero to his community. He served thirty plus years as a police officer for the Austin Police Department. He loved his fellow police officers. Up until a couple of months before his passing, he always looked forward to meeting with his retired fellow officers for breakfast. And even at 91 years of age, they still called him “Captain Moore”. He was a hero to his wife, Zudie. He cared for her, provided for her, and loved her until the day he died. As he lay in the hospital near death, he still called for her and reached out for her hand. They would have been married 70 years on December 18. He was a hero of faith. He loved God and served him tirelessly. He served as an elder for the Lords church both in Austin and in Dripping Springs. He preached the gospel in Beattie, Texas. He taught Bible classes. He taught me what being a Christian really meant. He attended worship regularly even when he was barely able to walk. He would maneuver his walker down the isle at the meeting house, stopping to catch his breath every few steps until he would finally reach that third row. Even as he lay in the hospital getting weaker and weaker, he asked my husband Foy to hold a devotional. He loved to sing praises to God. During the hospital devotionals, he would mouth the words to the songs because he was too weak to sing out loud. He passed from this life as a hero of faith, ready to receive his final reward. He was a hero to me. It seemed he was always able to fix whatever went wrong in my life. Whether it was a broken toy, a skinned knee, or a broken heart. When I was afraid because I watched a scary movie, he stayed with me until fell asleep. He tied the bows on the back of my dresses. He helped me cut out paper dolls. He taught me to drive. He held me when that “mean ole boy” broke my heart. He made me feel better when I was sick. He walked me down the isle when I married my beloved Foy. But most importantly, he taught me to love and obey God. He was always there for me. He was my Daddy. He was and will always be...My Hero. I love you Daddy. I know you are in a better place, but I will miss you so much.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 17:05:19 +0000
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