BEACON FALLS, CT: Sheldon A. Moir, Sr. age 74 of Beacon Falls entered into peaceful rest March 24, 2010 at CT Hospice, Branford; he was the beloved husband of Lucille (Adams) Moir. Mr. Moir was born November 11, 1935 in Caribou, ME, son of the late Albert and Mildred (Doherty) Moir. Sheldon was retired from Arute Brothers Construction as a heavy equipment operator. He was a member of the Operating Engineers Local 478; he enjoyed camping and picnics. Mr. Moir will be fondly remembered for his love of family, and with affection for his grandchildren and their special Christmas Sleepovers.

In addition to his wife, Mr. Moir leaves his loving family including three sons, Sheldon Moir, Jr. and his wife Gail, Michael Moir, and Allen Moir and his wife Natalie all of Seymour, his daughter, Millie Moir-Bellucci of Seymour, daughter-in-law, Cindy Moir of Seymour, a sister, Shirley Walker of Shelton, and seven grandchildren, Craig, Stephanie, Chad, Crystal, Casey, Britney, and Alexandria. His son, Craig Moir, and brother, Carroll Moir predeceased him.

A mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated Saturday at 10:00 a.m. in the Church of the Good Shepherd, 135 Mountain Rd., Seymour. Interment will be at the convenience of the family in Holy Rosary Cemetery, Caribou, ME. There are no calling hours. Arrangements have been entrusted to the care of the Ralph E. Hull Funeral Home and Cremation Service, 161 West Church Street Seymour. Memorial gifts may be sent to CT Hospice, 100 Double Beach Rd., Branford, CT 06405. For directions and to express condolences online please only go to www.hullfh.com


Eulogy for Sheldon Moir.

My name is Stephanie Moir. I am the eldest daughter of Sheldon Moir Jr. Sheldon Moir Sr. was my grandfather.
On behalf of my grandmother, my father Sheldon, my Uncle Michael, my Aunt Millie, my Uncle Allen and all of my cousins, I would like to thank you for being with us today to mourn my grandfather’s death but also to celebrate his life. Your presence is a tribute to him and the one’s he loved and respected. Sheldon was my grandfather, but to others he was a loving husband, a wonderful father, an admired relative and a trusted friend.

“A wise man once wrote that a rich man is honored, a learned man is admired, a powerful man is feared, but only a man with character is trusted: My grandfather was known by many for his honesty and his trustworthiness. People always said, “He would walk a mile if he owed you a penny” This was my grandfather. He was a proud man who worked hard for everything he had, and no matter what the circumstance, would never ask for help from anyone. His integrity defined him as a man.

The day before he died, my grandfather said to my grandmother that “all good things happen to him around Easter”. He believed that Eater brought new beginnings and the promise of new life. His death was his last “good thing” to happen to him around Easter. It was what he wanted. He was ready to end his life here on earth, because he knew his life would be starting over in a batter place; a place where he would be with his beloved son, Craig.

Sheldon was born in Caribou, Maine on November 11, 1935 to Albert and Mildred Moir. He had a brother Carroll and a sister Shirley. He met my grandmother Lucille in high school and they immediately feel in love. They marred on January 26, 1953. They had five children together: Sheldon Jr. Michael, Craig, Millie and Allen. During his teen years, he worked as a farmer with his father and then as a milkman. In 1962 he moved his family to Connecticut and in 1976 he bought a house in Beacon Falls where he resided up until his death. Sheldon was a hard worker. He believed that if you wanted anything in life you had to work for it. He spent the majority of his year’s working construction as an operator of heavy machinery and also as a superintendent. He prided himself on never missing a day. Rain or shine, sick or healthy, he always made sure he made it to work.

Some of Sheldon’s hobbies were diving and swimming, square dancing, driving a bus on weekends, working on cars with his sons, camping with the family, Fishing, driving down to Daytona, FL in the winter, watching Nascar on television, partaking in activities with the grandchildren and helping others.

After my grandfather died, my grandmother told the family one of the most inspirational stories that I have ever heard about my grandfather. It really made me realize how much he truly loved helping others in need. Years ago, when my father and his siblings were young, my grandmother was very sick with mono. She had been in bed for about two weeks and money was tight because she couldn’t work and it was hard for her to take care of the house. One rainy night, my grandfather came home with a young girl about the age of 23. My grandmother thought he had brought her home someone to clean up the house, when in fact he had found the young girl walking on the side of the road on his way home from work. And had picked her up and brought her home because he did not know what to do with her. She told him that she had just lost twins, her husband was hooked on drugs, and she was trying to make it to South Carolina where her family lived. Grandpa brought her to King’s Dept. store to get her some new clothes, let her shower at the house, fed her, and then drove her to the bus station and gave her enough money for meals, and a bus ticket to South Carolina. He never intended on getting the money back that he have her, even though he barely had enough money to support his own family. He was just happy knowing that he had helped her get down to her family and given her an opportunity to rebuild her life. Three months later, however, he received a letter in the mail from the young girl with the money had had given her. The letter said how she was doing much better and she thanked him for helping her get back on her feet again.

This story shows the true character of my grandfather. It makes my family and I feel honored to have been able to be a part of his life. It makes me proud to be able to call him Grandpa.

What my cousins and I remember most of my grandfather are:

The many Christmas sleepovers when he sat with us while we baked cookies, decorated sweatshirts, and made ornaments. He would also drive us around to different towns to look at lights and when we came back we would all gather together for hot chocolate.

The car rides down to the local gas station where he would give us each a dollar and tell us to run into the convenience store to buy candy. We were always instructed not to tell our parents because it was a secret. He would say, with a big smile on his face.

Easter egg decorating on Good Friday and Easter breakfast and egg hunt on Easter morning. Grandpa would go out and hide the eggs with the help of the uncles. The moms and grandmas would make sure that us grandkids did not cheat and look out the windows.

The drives to the park so that we could play tennis and play on the swings. Grandpa would always watch us from the car while he read the newspaper or he would come and sit on the bench to watch us and grandma attempt to play tennis. (we were never very good)

In his later years, when he became sick and could not get out much, he would do drive-bys past our houses to see what we were up to and who was home. He would sometimes back his truck down our driveways and we would go outside to chat with him.

In the last few months of his life, he had us over for a pizza Christmas dinner and it was wonderful to have everyone together at such a special time of the year. Now that we are all grown up it is sometimes hard to get everyone together because of our hectic schedules and grandpa understood that. It was so nice to see him happy that all of us were there.

Sheldon Moir will be remembered forever in all of our hearts. He may not be here with us in body, but he will always be with us in spirit. Our memories of him will keep alive in all of us here today. He would not want us to be sad because of his death, but be happy because he has finally found peace.

Grandpa, you were never one for goodbyes so we will just say….We Miss You…and We Love You Always…

Love, Stephanie Moir and Britney Bellucci

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