Ian Moody (8 Jan 1949 - 5 Jun 2016)

In loving memory of Ian Moody who sadly passed away on 5th June 2016. He leaves behind his partner Trish, daughter Georgina and son-in-law Simon, grandchildren Sophie and Ben, brothers and sisters, Aunt Janet and family, as well as extended family of Shelley, Jimmy and their children.

Ian was born in Huddersfield in early 1949. He was the first son of Margaret and Frank Moody and later joined by brothers Paul, Geoff and Barry, and sisters Anne and the late Carole. He grew up in the Clayton West/Scissett area of West Yorkshire. He didn't necessarily flourish at school - from his school reports he clearly had a flair for maths, but wasn't a fan of English. He loved swimming at Scissett Baths and we have photographic evidence that he was in a football team (he always said later in life that he didn't like football). We know that he was a choir boy at the local church, not because he held a deeply religious view, but because they got paid in sweets for doing so.

Ian very much looked up to and took inspiration from his Uncle Sonny who had been in the RAF and in 1966 Ian joined the Service reaching the rank of Chief Technician. He served overseas in the Middle East and Cyprus and in the UK at bases including Bicester, Abingdon, Finningley, Scampton and West Raynham working in wide and varied jobs from Crash and Smash, GEF, the Gas Plant in Cyprus and for his last job working on the Bloodhound Missile Launcher at West Raynham. However, the more he got promoted the less hands on he was and it is fair to say that really wasn't a fan of paperwork and in 1990 he finally decided that it was time to call it a day. Over the years in the RAF, he made some special friends and some fond memories; allegedly there are tales that are not suitable for publishing on this page. What we can say is that he certainly made the most of the RAF Social life (we won't mention him falling down a monsoon drain in Cyprus after a night out). A keen fisherman he made the most of the RAF Sports afternoons and could be found on a riverbank on most Wednesdays. After leaving the RAF, he went back to hands on work as a refrigeration engineer. If you have been to Lincoln Asda, Sainsbury at Tesco in the last 20 years then with all likelihood you will have seen him lying under a refrigeration cabinet, letting out the odd expletive while he bashed it to get it working again.

It is through his work at Asda that he met Trish, his partner, and having somehow convincing her he was a catch, they lived together since 2002. They shared a wonderful relationship, full of humour, the odd argument or two, but most importantly a deep caring and love for each other (although Ian being Ian wouldn't necessarily profess to the latter). However, there was always a third party in that relationship - Bess. Bess came into Ian's life in 1998 and it is fair to say that they were inseparable until her passing in 2014, which broke his heart.

As a dad, he was immensely proud of his daughter Georgina and supported her in all of her major decisions in life. Whilst he didn't always show it, he puffed with pride on her every achievement especially when she too joined the Royal Air Force as an officer. He was there to walk her down the aisle in 2006 and more recently became a granddad to Sophie and Ben. He also suffered deep sadness as a parent and was devastated by the loss of his daughter Samantha to leukaemia at an early age.

Ian loved to live life to the full. In days past he used to ride motorbikes and drive cars as they should be driven (always within the legal limits honestly....well he was only caught 3 times). He loved his food and his drink, especially his BBQs and roast beef with Yorkshire pudding. He particularly enjoyed the country and wildlife; in the early years it was predominantly coarse and fly fishing that filled his spare time, but in more recent times he enjoyed walking his dogs everyday, using his binoculars to see what birds were about. His love was shooting, especially with Bess, and he lived for the shooting season and the camaraderie that it brought.

As we celebrate his life, we like to think that he has been reunited with Bess at a peg waiting for the next pheasant to fly by, and that he is back with his daughter Samantha and his beloved mum.