Francis Patrick Moran, aka “Sunny Boyâ€, “Moâ€, “FPâ€, “Daddy-Cakesâ€, “Poppaâ€, “Frannieâ€, and “Fran Moran the Real Estate Manâ€, was born on May 3rd, 1943 in Dorchester, MA, and entered into eternal peace with his mother Alice, Father Francis, and sister Pat on 11/29/17. He is survived by his amazing wife of 51 years, Lois, his three beautiful and strong daughters Sheila and husband Brian Stanush, Kristin and husband Trevor Esparza and Sandra and husband George McGann, his loving sister Mary, and numerous nieces - Audrey, Ana, Alicia & Shannon, nephew – Billy (TreÅ›), grandchildren - Trenton, Stratton, Brielle & Korbin and godchild Lacie.
Fran was raised in Charleston, SC. An investor in numerous companies and projects, Fran was great when it came to dreaming up huge ideas, but was also intensely focused and hard working in all of his entrepreneurial endeavors. He was a highly successful Broker/REALTOR® in San Antonio for 45+ years, and yet was a humble gentleman who loved his family and friends fiercely. Fran was deeply devoted to his Catholic faith, and exemplified the love of Christ through his service and giving faithfully to others.
Fran made the best decision of his life when he married his little irish lass, Lois 51 years ago. Love birds from the start, their love and devotion to one another was a model example for their friends and family to look up to. Best friends forever, they never wanted to leave each other’s side, most poignantly expressed when Lois saved his life by donating her kidney to him in 2014, which gave him three more years to live life as he always did: good and true. He taught his daughters valuable wisdom to live by, such as “Toughen up Buttercup!†“Degrees don’t make you, you’re responsible to improve upon yourself,†“Go and get it, daughter†and to never, ever give up, even if you gave him multiple reasons why you should. Fran’s other admirable qualities included being a great dancer and chef, bringing life to every party, successfully demonstrating how to efficiently eat a taco with a knife and fork; and laughing so hard, with tears in his eyes, that everyone else would start laughing too.
A life is not to be measured in titles and treasures—it is measured by the explosion of love surrounding it. It is impossible to summarize in a few words how Fran’s presence on this planet and in our lives exploded love all around. Francis Moran, you went, and you got it—life filled to overflowing.
If you want to know how many things of real worth Fran left, try counting the stars. You will not get remotely close to the sum total. Such was his life.
Well done on a life well lived, Poppa. |