Moore, James Albert
James Albert Moore
“Last load delivered... the roads are all clear from here.”
James Albert Moore, fondly known as “Jimmy” left this world at the age of 65 years. Following a cardiac event on December 27, 2021 he continued sleeping and passed away peacefully on January 30, 2022.
Cremation has taken place and a Celebration of Jim’s Life will be held early summer. Details will be provided on social media once they are determined.
Jim was born on October 4, 1956 in Northern Ontario and spent the first part of his life in Charlton before moving south to the Hamilton area where he fulfilled his life- long dream and passion to enter the trucking world.
He is survived by his loving wife Linda of 36 years, Sister Ava and Phil Tannahill of White Rock BC, sister Ina Patterson of Orillia, sister Billie Rheault (late Ron) of Timmins, sister Elizabeth Moore and Jim Gilmour of Bradford, brother Dan Moore and Lorna of Haileybury, sister Maureen and Wayne Pihlaja of Timmins and step son Chris Parker of Toronto. He is also survived by nieces and nephews: Jeff Moore and Cynthia Hildebrandt of Toronto, Meredith Patterson and Phil Eickmeier of Orillia, Sarah and Gus Khouri of Newmarket, Elizabeth Moore of Timmins, Patience Pihlaja and James Blair of Elliot Lake, Weldon Pihlaja of Timmins and Destinee and Sully Sullivan of North Bay. He also leaves behind great nieces and nephews: Charlie and Henry Boyd, Sam and Calvin Khouri, Robyn Moore, Logan, William and Alice Pihlaja. In addition, many aunts, uncles and cousins across Ontario. Jim also leaves behind his extended family, Steve who he loved and treated like a brother and Rita Dean of Grimsby, the Dean Cartage work family, Bev and Lyle Currie of Melancthon and Annie Toth of Stoney Creek. He leaves behind his many friends who were dear to him and who he considered to be family.
He is predeceased by his parents Kenneth James Moore, Hazel May Moore, brother Dale Russell Moore and great niece Anna Khouri.
Jim is lovingly remembered by his family as “little Jimmy Moore and Chimps for Champs” reflecting his grade 7 achievement in winning a speaking contest at Savard Public School where he endeared the Adjudicator with his mispronunciation of the word and earning him the coveted John Heir trophy. He has been known for that phrase since that time... and hearing those words would promptly bring a smile to his face.
Jim was a loving husband, step father, brother, uncle, great uncle and great friend. He stood out in the crowd and was always easily recognizable with his cowboy hat and belt buckle that was symbolic of his love of a particular plant. Anyone who knew Jim loved him. He was a very special and unique guy... as many describe... a character and one of a kind.
Jim was a special person who had a knack for loving all creatures great and small. He loved life and exuded this through his daily interactions with people both who he knew well and those who were strangers for a brief time. He was an avid storyteller and was able to capture the attention of family and friends with his many tales of adventures, aspirations and how he saw the world around him. While he loved nature, gardening and the north.... His true passion was trucking. From the time Jim was a little boy he would play in the sand pile watching big trucks go by and dreaming of the day he would be big enough to be behind the wheel. That was his only dream.... and he brought it to life at a very young age. Jim drove trucks for over 40 years hauling loads of various descriptions with great memories at A and J Enterprises and his final chapter being at Dean Cartage in Hamilton, hauling steel and acting as the Lead Hand. Jim adored his work family and every day that he got to be part of the trucking industry. In a segment featured on Trucker TV Jim articulated his passion for trucking and it being his lifelong dream.
When he wasn’t trucking Jim loved spending time with family, enjoying the beauty of nature, building huge campfires especially at Bev and Lyle’s farm, painting and wood carving. He also loved playing darts, bowling and “fishing” at Maureen and Wayne’s cottage.
Jim was a dependable, kind and caring person who when asked to help.... no matter the task, he was up for it. He loved to be part of any event the family held and worked tirelessly to help ensure all the details were complete. He was always happy to be invited to family functions and loved time spent together no matter what the activity. Jim loved sweets and was always a pleasure to entertain because of his big appetite and interest in sampling the most recent baking lot. He especially enjoyed reminiscing about baking contests at Savard Public School where he never baked, but chose from his sister’s baking left overs and always seemed to place ahead of them in the fall fair.
It was pretty typical to ask Jim how he was and to hear him respond: living the dream! Those were not just words... he is one of the few people in life who are privileged to achieve their life long goal and to live it well. Spend five minutes with Jim and it was bound to happen that he would throw his head back and laugh and then point out some absurdity of the situation that would erupt into laughter by all. His response to life: “It is what it is” will forever be his signature phrase.
Special thanks to all the Medical team at The Hamilton General Hospital for providing care and support to Jim over the last month. We appreciate your honesty and support in making very difficult decisions.
Jim loved Christmas and all the activities that went along with the season. He was the first to don the Santa touque or put a wreath on his truck. He had a big heart and was always interested in helping with the Santa toy drive to support local children to ensure they also had a great Christmas. It is because of that joy and love that a fund has been set up with all proceeds going to the Dean Cartage Santa Toy Drive 2022. Anyone wishing to make a donation may do so by e-transfer to: jimstoydrive@outlook.com . All funds collected will be used to purchase toys for the children in Stoney Creek.
Jim Moore will forever be remembered for his ability to look at a situation.... accept and move forward. His kindness and sincere interest in all of the lives he touched will forever be cherished. The following captures what he would want those left behind to know and to focus on.
Remember Me
Speak of Me as you have always done,
Remember the good times, laughter and fun.
Share the happy memories we’ve made...
Do not let them wither or fade.
I will be with you in the summer’s sun,
And when the winter chill has come.
I’ll be the voice that whispers in the breeze,
I’m peaceful now.... put your mind at ease.
I've rested my eyes and gone to sleep,
But the memories we’ve shared are yours to keep.
Sometimes our final days may be a test,
But, please remember me when I was at my best.
Although, things may not be the same,
Don’t be afraid to use my name.
Let your sorrow last for just a little while,
Comfort each other and try to smile.
I’ve lived a life filled with joy and fun,
Live on now, make me proud of what you will become.Soar high Little Jimmy Moore.... Chimps for Champs ...we love you and will always remember you, the joy and good times we shared. …...And as you would say: It is what it is!
