My fathers name is Ken Moore.

Yes, Just like the appliances.  To his friends in Newport, he was known as Shrek, but he had another name to those closest to him. Husband, Dad, Friend. 

He was a man of his word, A strong willed man that did whatever he could do for those around him. It did not matter whether it was to teach, or to just joke, he was just there. There was never an important moment in my life, or mother's and brother's, that he missed.

If there was one thing that everyone knew about him, was that he loved his family. Including his fur kids



 He was known as my mother's rock, and a pillar in the lives of all who knew him. Although I know he would have, and has, called himself a prick, in truth he was a good, compassionate, man. Pops took care of us. All of us, in one way or another. 



This past Thursday, December 1st, he suddenly collapsed. My mother and I did CPR and rushed him to the hospital. Unfortunatly, he had had a massive heart attack, and passed away surrounded by his family later on that night. 



Our family does not know if he has life insurance to help pay for the expenses of his funeral. We are reaching out, asking if anyone can possibly help us. Our goal is to be able to bury him, and give him a proper stone. If there was any money left over we intend to use that to help pay for any bills. 



Asking for assisstance in this is hard for us, but we will be so grateful. Ken, my father, is a good man. A wonderful man and we, his family, just want to be able to bury him. Anything would be amazing, and the sooner the goal is reached the better. 

I cant express how thankful my family and I would be. It would be amazing and I know we could never repay the kindness back. All I know we could do would be to pray for the longevity and happiness to befall each and every one of you. 

My father's name is Ken Moore, and he is now an angel.