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“The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it's the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friend.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson


Coolest Big Brother

A few reasons why Anthony is the coolest big brother in no particular order:

-He took me for a ride in his gold Scirocco. I can’t actually remember where we went the first time I got to ride in his car, but I knew that he thought he was pretty cool in his car and so consequently I felt extremely cool to get to ride in it too (I must have been about 8 years old).

-He had a Vespa when he was in college,  that I found about several years after the fact.  Apparently, he didn’t want my parents to know, so it was probably best he didn’t tell me.

-He didn’t really get that ticked off at me for stealing some of his birthday gummy bears.  He had one of those huge Costco size bags.  My sister Carmen and I knew where he hid them and pretty much stole a few every day.

-When he worked at Safeway, he was THE fastest checker EVER.

-He went to the UW and gave me a Husky sweatshirt for Christmas when I was a kid. At that time I thought it was pretty cool and contributed to his coolness as a big brother (I was so proud to have a brother that was in college), however, now being a Cougar, the Husky thing is actually a strike against his coolness.  We definitely had a bit of a rivalry about that too. Prior to Apple Cup, it was usually Anthony that started up the taunting emails.

-He played the violin as a kid, then the guitar.  I will always have the bass part of The Jam’s “Start” permanently etched in my mind…he used to play that over and over and over and over again in his room filled with his posters of The Jam and The Who.

-He was in a band! When he was in Monkey Business, I was in junior high and high school…and so it was super cool to have a brother in a band.  I only got to go to a few shows because I was too young to go to most of them, but I loved hearing him play.

-He was super smart, an engineer.

-He was an incredible athlete and adventurer…rock climbing, mountain climbing, skiing, biking…Even after he lost some function from his tumor, he still found ways to stay active and got a recumbant trike. I would love to be even a quarter of the athlete that he was.

-He was generous in so many ways.  The most obvious way as a little sister was great birthday and Christmas presents.  I was always secretly happy when Anthony drew my name for Christmas.  But he was generous in serving others too and humble.  Much of his volunteering I didn’t learn about until after he died – he didn’t boast about it.

-Mostly, he was just a good guy, a big brother to look up to and admire.

I love you big brother and I miss you!

– Tessa


Grief into Joy

February 7, 2012

Today is the first anniversary of Anthony’s soul/spirit taking flight into the arms of God.  His journey here on earth was complete. His suffering was finished.  But we were left behind in sorrow and grief.  The past twelve months have been difficult.  I have experienced periods of overwhelming grief and tears.  I have longed to see his face again and to hear his voice………

And there have been good days as well, recalling all the happy memories of his gifts to us through his loving and generous heart.  But recently, I had an experience that is helping me so much to turn my grief into joy.  On Sunday, January 29th, I was listening to a radio program in which a mother shared her experience of losing, not one, but all four of her children to an inherited disease of which she did not know before they were conceived.  She spoke in particular about losing the last and youngest of her children, a son 13 years old.  She spoke about his life, his wisdom and his love for others and his strong and vibrant relationship with the Lord.  When she was asked about her grief, she shared that even in the midst of her grief, she experiences the presence of her son’s spirit in a very real way.

I pondered her words, asking myself, “Do I experience Anthony’s presence in spirit?”  I reflected that he is present to me in spirit because he is always in my thoughts and in my heart.  He is present to me in my memories of him.  I am reminded of him as I see the photo collage I have assembled and placed in a prominent place in our home.  But could there be a deeper sense of his presence that is all of that and yet more?  I continued to ponder this question for the next few days and I came to an awareness of his presence in a new and mysterious yet very real way.  I feel very loved by him.  My own love for him continues to grow.  He seems near to me, beside me in a very real way. In a mysterious sense, he seems closer to me now than when he was physically present here on earth.

I am a skeptic by nature so I continued to ponder on this new sense, this new awareness.  “How can this be?” I questioned and pondered.  It is easy to say that Anthony is with us in spirit, but what does that REALLY mean?

As I pondered on these questions, a verse from the New Testament came to mind.  In Acts 17:28, the Apostle Paul is preaching in Athens. He says, “In God we live and move and have our being.”   This has been a very meaningful verse for me for many, many years.  And I understood it to mean that each one of us exsists  because God created each one of us and loves us personally.  “In God we live and move and have our being.”  This is a truth of which many of us are not often conscious. Or if we are, we may not have pondered it more deeply.  As I pondered this truth, I realized that if here on earth “In God we live and move and have our being,” then this truth comes to the complete fulfillment after death in the face to face encounter with God.  Anthony, now  God’s presence, is experiencing the fullness and perfection of God’s love.  Now In God, Anthony perfectly lives and moves and has his being.  Because he is in God’s love, Anthony is able to be present in spirit to us in a deeper mysterious way if only we will be attuned to his love, now perfected in glory.

As I came to these conclusions, I experienced JOY replacing my grief.  Anthony is with me, with us.  Yes, in a mysterious way, but nevertheless a very real way.  We need only to be attuned to the PERFECT heavenly love that he now has for each one of us who knew him and loved him in his journey here on earth.

Yes, I still experience grief.  I still shed tears over the loss of Anthony’s physical presence.  But now the grief does not overshadow the new experience of joy in the reality of Anthony’s presence in spirit.

Anthony, dear child of God and child of mine, you are my beloved son.  In you, I am well pleased.  I love you now and forever. Thank you for loving me.

Your Mom.

Rosaries in Memory




THE JOYFUL MYSTERIES: remembering the delight of his birth,

first-born,  beloved son, watching him grow, walk, talk, smile!

MYSTERIES OF LIGHT: knowing he was a light to Lori, to the

family, friends, co-workers and the homeless, the impoverished

that he cared for quietly, like a light.  Hearing the words of Jesus,

“As long as you did it for these of mine, you did it for me.”

SORROWFUL MYSTERIES: offering the supreme sacrifice of

suffering in his struggles with illness day by day, hoping for

health, quietly surrendering to death.

GLORIOUS MYSTERIES: NOW!  No more pain, no more suffering,

no more worries, only peace, praise and love.  NOW! present in a

very special way to those he loves.  Rejoicing that his life and

suffering ended in GLORY!


Dear Connie, Larry, Lori, Ana Maria, Carmen, Jed, Tessa, Eric,


Sisters Louise and Mary Jane join with you in prayer, tears,

gratitude and love on this special day.

Note from Connie: The Mysteries of the Rosary are a traditional Catholic meditative prayer method which focuses on the life of Jesus from the time of His conception to His Resurrection. By meditating on these mysteries of Jesus’ life, which include His mother Mary, we pray to be transformed into the image of Jesus and to follow His example of love and self-giving.   Anthony’s life beautifully mirrored the Mysteries of the Rosary.

was the change he wanted to see…

Dear Connie, Larry, Ana Maria, Carmen, Tessa and Lori,

I can’t imagine how hard it must be coming up on the year anniversary of Anthony’s death.  I want to share with you, that when I heard Lori and Anthony’s pastor share the story of how Anthony, in spite of his handicaps, would hand out coats and hats and mittens to people on the streets in the cold; and how he helped clean the foreclosing home of the hoarding man, I was inspired to find a way that I too could be of service to others. This past week, I signed up to volunteer in Africa.

My original plan was to go on a vacation to Spain to celebrate my 50th birthday.  After coming to the service to honor Anthony, I was deeply touched by his kindness to others while dealing with his illness, and felt that I too am called to find a way that I can share love through volunteering.  Anthony heeded the words of Gandhi, and was the change he wanted to see in the world.  So, I hung his handsome picture on my refrigerator as a reminder and motivator.

I looked on line and found a program called Cross Cultural Solutions with many options for volunteering and learning about other people’s lives. I credit the decision to go with this plan and not just a vacation plan, solely (soul-y) to Anthony.

Hopefully this email will bring you comfort at this time, knowing that people touched by Anthony’s life and death, continue to pay forward the goodness that he reflected in his one “wild and precious life”.

God willing I will go this Fall to Kilimanjaro, Tanzania. I will let you know how it goes.  And I will continue to ask Anthony’s spirit to guide this trip as he is the one that inspired it.

Love, Katherine Rose Stratton Moore

Eternally 41 Years Young

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Today is Anthony’s birthday.  He would have been 42 years old.  Now he is eternally 41 years young.  As his mother, I still vividly recall the day that he was born–8 lbs 14 oz.  Whoever would have thought that he would grow up to be lean and lanky!

It has been over 8 months now that Anthony died and I still grieve the physical loss of his presence in our lives.  Sometimes the grief is still overwhelming, although the grief no longer paralyzes me as it did at first and I am able to engage with life more easily.  Yet always there is a longing to see him again, to hear his voice and to simply be with him.

Today as I remember the day of his birth and the 41 years that followed, I am also filled with gratitude that God gave him to us for 41 years and that Anthony lived those years fully–with love, generosity, kindness, and courage–yes,much courage during the last 6 years of his life.  He was a loving son, brother, husband and uncle. His life was a witness to the courage of the human spirit to overcome obstacles and to live life fully.

Today, I will place a bouquet of fresh flowers on his grave and tonight, in commemoration of his birthday, we will watch his favorite Star Wars movie–the first one that he watched numerous times to the point of memorizing the entire script.  I also know that Anthony’s life is changed, not taken away.  He still lives and loves and is with us in spirit as he enjoys the glory, happiness and peace of heaven.

Anthony, I love you.  You are always in my heart.


Missing Anthony

Tessa Hunter

Last night was the first family dinner/birthday celebration without Anthony and he was sorely missed.  No one really said anything about how much we missed Anthony, but I felt it.  It was good to get to spend time together as a family, yet we didn’t really feel whole without Anthony there.  I felt like it was a small miracle that we were all able to laugh again together and felt glad about that, yet really sad at the same time that Anthony wasn’t there to join in the laughter.  I missed that there were no birthday cards for my sisters from Anthony with some witty saying. I missed his funny facial expressions and his quiet presence. I missed his funny stories and his voracious appetite…and his love of ice cream.

So many images and memories of Anthony at previous family gatherings flashed through my mind as I drove home last night.  Those images brought me both smiles and tears.  Even though Anthony wasn’t physically with us last night and it was difficult facing that reality, he will always be there with us in all of our hearts.  We miss you so much dear brother.

…laugh, shake his head and give a knowing, nodding smile…

Brendan Shriane

I’m pretty sure Anthony was the first mod I met. I have some fond — but fuzzy now — memories of way back, almost 30 years ago now. He and I would jabber on the phone about God knows what when we were both freshmen at O’Dea.  I guess we were too young to really go out and do much, he lived in West Seattle and I lived up on Capitol Hill — so I think partying wasn’t really an option.  But we were into some of the same music — I remember discussing “Ghost Town” being released in the states one night … and that was before: everybody went to Nordstroms Cafe; I met people like James Langen, Lissa Mathis, Rob and Tina Stewart and who knows who else through Anthony; him cruising in his Scirocco with the seat reclined impossibly low as he drove; Monkey Business; and I don’t know what else.

He totally had it together while so many of the people around him (myself included) were total jackasses. I remember he would just sort of laugh, shake his head and give a knowing, nodding smile and laugh when people — James Langen and Matt Jones, mostly — were doing the most ridiculous crap.  Unlike so many of us at the time, he actually worked in his late teens, early 20s (I think I’m guilty of harassing him at Safeway — was it the one by the Ave? I can’t exactly remember) actually making pretty good money while so many of us were getting by for minimum wage or not doing anything with our lives at all — and on top of that he was getting an education. We grew up and went our separate ways and I hadn’t seen him for ages — only sort of reconnected fairly recently through facebook but I’ll always remember him as an inspiration, a good guy, and he’ll be missed.