My uncle Lloyd taught me to shoot free throws-under handed. He was a man of few words, but I sure loved his few words.  Uncle Lloyd and Aunt Shirley were so good to me when when I moved to Ft. Collins to attend CSU.  Lloyd negotiated the deal that led to me getting my first new car.  And, whenever I visited their house I recieved a great meal as well as a vacuuming of my car and even an oil change when needed.  When times were tough after I graduated from school, Lloyd and Shirley would stop by with sacks of groceries. 
We will miss our Uncle Lloyd.

My uncle Lloyd was a man of few, if any words--so true to his heritage.
As my cousin Steve has written, my uncle was a truly good man.  To me he was great as an uncle.
From my earliest memories he was strong, honest, loving, smart, fun, dependable and so good looking.
Being a man of few words signified his strength of character.
I am proud to have been his niece.  I will always be able to hear him calling 'Shirley', and it will make me smile every time.
Thanks for the memories,  Valarie

My Dad was a good man. I would not be where I am today without his support. He felt he had the obligation to pay for my college education. So all I had to do was focus on studying, and maybe a little paryting too, but without worrying about the financing. 
My Dad ?- he sent me to school to learn to be on my own, but it never failed whenever I came home for a weekend, that the first words out of his mouth were: ?""get that kid a haircut?"".
My Dad ?- he really liked cars. I don?'t think he ever owned a car for more than three years. And he treated them like fine china. All manual transmissions had a practically virgin third gear. Not wanting to rev the engine too much he always would shift from second to fourth. Not wanting to wear out the turn signal switch, he would just engage the lane change signal, and hold it while making a turn. His used cars were like new cars for everyone else. Friends & relatives would anxiously await the chance to buy one of his rejects. 
My Dad ?- he was spoiled rotten by my dear Mother. He would?'ve starved if he had had to make his own meal. I remember going to an Italian restaurant, he?'d open the menu, look and then ask my mom ?""What do I want?""? And such a picky eater you never saw. If he even thought he caught a glimpse of a mushroom or piece of tomato in something, that was the end of that meal.
My Dad ?- he wasn?'t much of a talker, and I wasn?'t either. Much of our conversations went like: ?""Nice weather today, supposed to rain tomorrow?"", 5 minutes of silence, ?""Broncos looked pretty good Sunday. Elway played well?"", 5 minutes of silence, ?""Saw a new Toyota yesterday, nice looking?"", end of conversation.
My dad was pretty helpless these last couple of years. And I want to thank my mom for the care she gave him. I know it was not easy on her. Every 10 minutes he?'d be calling ?""Shirley?"" wanting something or just wanting to know she was still in the vicinity. This prompted her to proclaim once: ?""I?'m going to change my name to Esmerelda?"".
My Dad ?- he wasn?'t a great man, but he was a good man. He was, my Dad.

I am very sorry for your loss.  May your wonderful memories transend your sorrow.  With Deepest Sympathy, Rhonda Ross

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Lloyd L. Moore

13 diciembre, 1926 – 23 octubre, 2004

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