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Mar 14, 06:51 pm: Wilmer Moore, RIP
For a variety of reasons, I did not know my grandfather well. I met him as an adult and then only briefly. I do know that he was man who loved his son, his duaghter-in-law, his granddaughters (even me, the one he did not really know), and horse racing. I know that he loved my grandmother and she loved him.
The most vivid memory I have of him is when I first met him. I was 24 and sitting in his living room when he walked in. He pulled me up from the couch and swept me across the living room—dancing with me—telling me how happy was to meet me.
