Christina Moore Obituary, Death: Nola Christina Moore late of Weyburn, Saskatchewan passed away January 21, 2022 at the age of 88 years. Nola was born on July 22, 1933. She predeceased by her parents, Cliff and Wilma McIntosh; daughter, Diana Moore; brothers, Jim McIntosh, Ben McIntosh, Paul McIntosh and Errol McIntosh.
Nola will be lovingly remembered by her son, Tom Moore of Weyburn, SK; son, Ken (Tammy) Moore of Columbus, TX; grandchildren: Ryan Moore, Logan (Natalie) Moore, Tanner (Sarah) Butkay, Todd (Jessica) Butkay, Lucas (Tiffany) Moore, Madison Moore & Connor Moore; several great grandchildren; brothers, Roger McIntosh, George (Carolyn) McIntosh, Bob McIntosh; sisters, Louise (Ron) Bunyan and Sigra (Jim) Ulrich as well as two nephews, many other relatives and friends.
A Memorial Service was held on Wednesday, January 26, 2022 at 11:00 a.m. at Fletcher Funeral Chapel, Weyburn, Saskatchewan with Reverend M. Barnabas officiating. Scattering of cremated remains followed at Hillcrest Cemetery Scattering Gardens, Weyburn, Saskatchewan.
For those who were unable to attend the memorial service in person, a video can be viewed at “Fletcher Funeral Chapel & Cremation Services” Facebook page. Donations in memory of Nola may be sent to Weyburn & District Hospital Foundation Box 1416 Weyburn, SK S4H 9Z9.
Eulogy written and read by Nola’s son, Ken.
Before I begin, I originally wanted to thank some key people in Nolas life that helped her along her journey. However that list became very long and I didn’t want to omit anyone so for everyone who was a part of her life, I want to give a heartfelt thanks to all of you. Nola Moore, my mum and close friend, had a long and eventful life. Born in 1933, she was the oldest of 10 children. I wish I had more details of her younger life but I DO know she had to grow up quickly.
Times were much different then and she learned responsibility at an early age. She spent much of her younger years living with her grandparents helping around the house. By the time she was 15, she was running her grandparents house. I believe this set the stage for her to become a caregiver throughout her life.
She married Pat Moore and had 3 children. Diana was the oldest and the Lord took her home at an early age. Tom was the second child and he currently resides in Weburn. Lastly, I was born in 1959 and was the youngest. Nola and Pat divorced in the mid 80s and she lived alone for several years. In the 90s, she found a true friend and companion in Augie Swenson.
They had a wonderful life traveling and enjoying each other until Augie passed in 2001. So who was Nola? To her siblings, she was the fossil or the roadrunner but to me, she was many things. First and foremost she was my mother and as I became older, a true friend. When we were younger, mum set boundaries. As long as we stayed in the boundaries, we were fine but cross those lines and consequences were swift.
Nola was always supportive of her family. As a child, I remember several of her siblings living with us until they were ready to go off on their own. That support also went beyond the family. She was a dear friend to many. She helped through rehab of surgeries, nursed people through ailments and visited many folks in hospitals and retirement homes. Mum had a knack to make people feel comfortable.
She was a great listener and did so without judgement. I have had many people tell me that she was like a sister or mother. In her spare time, Nola loved to travel. One of her favorite trips, which she never tired talking about was the trip she took to Alaska with Augie.
We were fortunate to be able to travel with her as well. One thing most people didn’t know about Nola was that she never learned to swim and was afraid of being in the water. One trip to Cayman really stands out for me.
She was in her 80s by then. We went down to the beach together and I showed her how a face mask and snorkel worked. She started by leaning her head over into the water to watch the fish swimming around her.
By the end of the lesson she was floating by herself and loved watching the fish. A few days later, we took a tour to Stingray Island. She was leery of getting out of the boat until the boat operator assured her she would be fine. He said to Nola, “if you feel like you are drowning – just stand up”! The water was only about 2 feet deep.
The highlight of that trip was seeing Nola getting her back rubbed by a large stingray! The past few years, Nola spent many of the cold winters in Texas. She would ride with me across Texas and got to see a lot of country. She enjoyed riding shotgun and soon became “a road warrior.” We got to spend a lot of quality time together during those trips and is something I now cherish.
So yes, Nola did love adventure and now she is on her final one. We all loved her and will miss her dearly.