Billy inherited the night owl gene from the Moody side of his lineage. As a little boy, no older than three, he thwarted his red-headed, determined, Moncure grandmother from turning off his bedroom light repeatedly in an effort to make him to go to sleep. When she flicked off his ceiling light the umpteenth, time just before midnight, he crept out of bed, locked his door from the inside, turned the light back on, and crowed triumphantly, Ha, ha, on Mammy Moody! Billy's independant spirit ran deep from a young age.
As an eight year old, he came to stay with us on our Virginia farm, and loved all of the wildlife that abounded in the country side. He was bent on finding the foxes that the yapping hounds chased at night. When he disappeared one afternoon and we were worriedly looking for him, we found him sitting quietly by himself on an old log, in a dappled glade, softly singing aloft, "Come here, all you little foxes, come here to me", He never found the foxes, but he always had his gentle, kind, spirit and love for animals.
When he brought the wonderful Michelle Noland into our family, we wished for him all of the happiness he deserved. His greatest contribution and pride was in the two gifted, exceptionel, loving, kind, funny and delightful daughters, that he and Michelle created, and who will carry his gifts forward with them as they go forward with an independant and loving spirit to grace the world.
We send our love to my sister Trip, his devoted sister, Win, with her supportive family Hank and Jessica Rosenberg. Our hearts are with you all, in celebration of Billy's life.
Anne Moody Page - March 21, 2017