James' family kissed him goodbye on September 29, 2019. James lived his life to the fullest for 43 years. He was loved by and married to Janine Moffett (nee Vogel) for 22 years, and was an amazing dad to Zara (20), Caleb (18) and Elijah (14). He will be missed by his dear parents Nancy and Duncan Moffett, his sisters Jill (Bill) and Cathryn (Dylan) and his brother Paul (Jan). He will also be missed by his parents-in-law Chris and Gudrun Vogel, his sister-in-law Michele (RJ) Carr and many nieces and nephews. James honoured God with his life. He was a talented composer, creative in all areas of life, and always ready for an adventure with his family. A special thank you to James' oncology team, especially Dr. Lee and Dr. Heller, and for the wonderful care he received from the staff at Hospice Niagara in the last days of his life. In lieu of flowers, please donate to Bethesda Community Services in James' honour. James believed in the work at Bethesda with his whole heart. Friends will be received at the HULSE & ENGLISH FUNERAL HOME & CHAPEL (75 Church St., St. Catharines, 905-684-6346) on Friday, October 4 from 2-4 and 7-9 PM. The Funeral Service will be held at ST. GEORGE'S ANGLICAN CHURCH (83 Church St., St. Catharines) on Saturday, October 5 at 11 AM. Attendees are asked to wear a touch of lavender colour to the service. LEGACY Poem by Glynis Ratcliffe Looking down at my hands
I can't help wondering what I've done to make the world a better place. Am I making a difference?
Looking into my eyes,
I find myself asking if I've always looked at others
with love and grace.
Has my life been worthwhile?
If I were to die tomorrow, what would my legacy be?
There's a tremor growing inside of me as I think what the answer may be.
Then, I see you.
I see your sweet smile
I see your thoughtful eyes
I see your loving heart and I know.
I have done one thing right.
Si vis amari, ama. If you want to be loved, love.
Omnia vincit amor. Love conquers all.
Omnium rerum principa parva sunt. Everything has a small beginning.
THE LAVENDER FIELDS By James Moffett We go to the lavender fields in early July.
Bright bristles paint the field with light violet vibrancy,
Each bud dripping with colour and fragrance,
Bristling with life, dancing with bees in the warm wind.
We say, let's not think about September,
When the greyed buds will crumble, tired and faded,
Littering tiny flower bits about like crumbs,
Let's not wait for the lifeless, desiccated sweet release of the petals,
Shaken from their stems and gathered up into sachets,
Their fragrance hauntingly strong as memories.
They say you have sixty months, maybe.
Days slowly unwinding, swirling away.
In early July the lavender blooms, full of life,
Its perfume all freshness, cleanliness, bright and calm.
We go to the lavender fields in early July.
THE GIFT By James Moffett Every today is a gift
that you want to open slowly, carefully,
revealing unexpected treasures.
Like a child's birthday party,
dear friends and family circle you,
love in their eyes, wishing you happiness.
With you, they treasure every present moment.

November 9, 1975 – September 29, 2019