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Informal gathering for Eunice Moyer

by tgposzadmin on January 25th, 2024

Sunday, February 4⋅11:00am – 2:00pm

Rocco’s Ristorante Pizzeria
2909 Ygnacio Valley Rd, Walnut Creek, CA 94598, USA


Eunice Moyer

We are gathering informally to remember Eunice Moyer. Please come, if you can. We would love to see you and talk to you.

Eunice Evelyn Moyer, beloved wife and mother, passed away peacefully on January 16, 2024 at the age of 75.

Eunice was born on August 3, 1948 in Jamestown, North Dakota to Kenneth and Evelyn Moyer. She grew up in Jamestown and attended school there and in Minneapolis, eventually starting work as a Medical Technologist, sometimes referred to as a Phlebotomist.

She met her husband, Thomas Posz, in Eagan, Minnesota in 1975. They both moved to California, separately, and found each other again. They were married on April⁠⁠ ­4, 1981 and had a beautiful marriage for almost 43 years. Together, they raised two children: Matthew Kenneth and Julia Katherine. Eunice was a devoted wife and mother. She loved her family and was always supporting them.

She was also a talented chef and loved baking. Twenty years ago, she took photos from her classes at the California Culinary Academy. These are posted at, so are some important notes, such as “Rhubarb leaves are poisonous” and the first rule of cooking is “don’t kill anyone!” However, most of her work life was in Information Technology, working for technology firms and a county government. Favorite phrase from that era: “I got a Fat Al”. A story for another time.

She struggled with her Diabetes Type II and had a triple bypass at 65.

Eunice will be deeply missed by her family and friends. She will be remembered for her love, kindness, and compassion.

She is survived by her husband, Tom; her children, Matt and Julia; and her siblings Darrell Moyer and Rhonda (Moyer)Lindberg. She is predeceased by her brother Gregg and her parents Ken and Evelyn.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to the American Diabetes Association (

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  1. tgposzadmin permalink

    I wrote the following for her:

    After 75 years of life, Eunice passed away. Bacterial and fungal infections, but really her diabetes and being weakened by COVID (still around and weakness was her only symptom). I wish more work was being done on diabetes.

    We are still getting over this event, and grief is different for everyone. It is unique. There is no subscribed timeframe; I’m told that grief is a journey, and there’s no right or wrong way to express it. Words matter, and beyond that I’m grateful you’re here to honor Eunice’s memory.

    Things are quieter around the house.

    I miss her terribly. Our cats do too, when I get up, I see them every morning sleeping in her chair.

    We all miss her.

    One needs to remember to say something, love, hug and be there for people, simply because they might not be there later. We forget that sometimes. So easy it is to run out the door, everything is so busy.

    Those of you who know me well, understand my interests, but I wanted to share this quote because it is illustrative, “Physics isn’t the most important thing. Love is.”
    — Richard P. Feynman

    Substitute anything else for Physics; that which we think is so important, doesn’t it pale in comparison?

    My family, we are a sensitive bunch, caring about each other, but of course not without friction. I think I’d rather have that than some stoic relationship where we might be trying to figure out where the “broken glass” is.

    Eunice was / IS a wonderful person and my best friend. ……………….

    I found this poem with Native American origins:

    I give you this one thought to keep,
    I am with you still. I do not sleep.
    I am a thousand winds that blow.
    I am the diamond glints on the snow.

    I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
    I am the gentle autumn rain.
    When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
    I am the swift uplifting rush

    of quiet birds in circled flight.
    I am the soft stars that shine at night.

    Do not think of me as gone.
    I am with you still in each new dawn

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