Christopher T. (Cobbie) Moss, of Marshfield. Nov 24, at the age of 38. Loving son of Michael W. and Katherine Christine (Williams) Moss. Devoted brother of Jeffrey W. Moss and his wife Kara of Marshfield, Jonathan P. Moss and his wife Tina of Marshfield and Michael G. Moss and his wife Murielle of Rockland. He was adored and loved by his nieces and nephews, Michael, Abigail, Daniel, Nora and Christopher and those who called him “Cobbie”.
Christopher was happiest on “The River” passing time with friends and family. He will be dearly missed. Born in Weymouth, Christopher was a life long resident of Marshfield. He graduated from Marshfield High School class of 1988, he attended Norwich University and Graduated from the University of Massachusetts, Boston. He served in the Army Reserves for six years.
Funeral from the MacDonald Funeral Home 1755 Ocean St (Rte 139) Marshfield, Monday at 10:00 am followed by a Funeral Mass in St Christine’s Church 1295 Main St, Marshfield at 11:00 am.
Visiting hours Sunday 2:00 to 6:00 pm.
Interment will be in the Couch Cemetery Marshfield.
Contributions in Christopher’s memory may be made to the Interfaith Social Services 105 Adams St, Quincy, MA. 02169.
Words of Remeberance read at Cristopher's Funeral Mass by his brother Jeffrey:
Thank you all for coming. Christopher would be pleased to see so many familiar faces turn out to celebrate his wonderful life. He would have expected nothing less and, indeed would have insisted upon it. Growing up, mom told us to choose our friends wisely, and to surround ourselves with good people. Based on the overwhelming love and support our family has received this week, I can say that this was one piece of advice followed by each of her boys. Thanks mom, and thanks to all of you who have been so supportive.
Christopher was a handsome, confident and impressive man. He was full of life and the life of the party. He had an easy smile that hinted he either had just played a joke on you or he knew something you didn’t. His great sense of humor and mischievous laugh brightened any room. He was easy to talk to and always had something to say. These were some of the qualities that drew so many of us to him. These are some of the things we will miss.
Living with Nana on the River, Christopher learned early the importance of family. Nana lead by example and taught Christopher that family comes first, that family is and means everything. He adored his grandmother and she loved him more. He called her Mary, something none of Nana’s other grandchildren could get away with.
Cobbie loved mom very much. He saw mom often because we all know how much mom worry’s about her boys. Perhaps Cobbie thought that being around meant mom would have one less thing to worry about, and when mom got sick, he was there.
Cobbie shopped at Star Market and always went through her check out aisle, even though he knew that mom was likely to call over one of her coworkers to introduce her handsome son to them. Cobbie called mom Katie. Again, only he could call her by her first name without getting a second glance.
Cobbie and Dad were best friends. They had a unique, special relationship. When Dad was ill, Christopher took him to all of his appointments and helped him get well. Cobbie was very protective of Dad. Renovating Christopher’s homes with Cobbie was the best therapy for Dad. It helped Dad mend and gave them both a chance to be together.
They thrived off of each other’s quirks. They loved to banter, needle each other and they complained about everything. This was some of the fabric of their special relationship. When we would stop by to say hi, Cobbie would often say that Dad was not getting any work done because he was taking too many coffee breaks or playing with Tommy the cat; Dad would reply that no work was getting done because Christopher had disappeared again on another errand or was on his cell phone. Dad could never understand how somebody could spend so much time on the phone.
Cobbie made a point of knowing all of his family. He was close to his first cousins and second cousins as well; his aunts and uncles, and even great aunts and uncles. He was known to drop by unannounced, and when he did, you were happy to see him, when he didn’t, you wondered how he was doing.
To Jonathan, Michael and me, our little brother was larger than life. We truly looked up to him. We shared many laughs together, and when he made us angry, we easily forgave. Though we had our own homes, we really did live together as one family under one roof.
A day would not go by without his brothers seeing or at least speaking to Cobbie.
Cobbs knew when we would be by for a visit whenever we needed to borrow a tool, which was often. And he regularly reminded us that we rarely ever returned them.
Jonathan jokingly sometimes called Cobbie JIT – which stood for “just in time’ because Jonathan could usually time Christopher’s visits around lunch or dinner or when the tea pot was boiling or drinks were being poured.
When Michael and Cobbie got together, you knew you would be in for some laughs, and almost always at someone’s expense. Family get-togethers were always a target rich environment that brought out the best in their humor and no-one was spared.
Though the Moss boys are each different, we truly enjoy each other’s company. There is no better feeling than hanging out with your brothers poking fun at each other. I will miss those times with Cobbie.
Cobbie had a favorite sister in law -- three in fact -- depending on who he was with at the time. What I think Christopher enjoyed most about his sisters in law was that they constantly challenged him. Like his mother and grandmother, Cobbie was opinioned, stubborn and never wrong. Yet, his sisters in law were able to show him that was not always the case.
Cobbie was loved by his extended family of nieces and nephews. He had a special relationship with each of them. The kids were always happy to see him. Cobbie would rotate taking them out to lunch, just one on one. He made them feel very special. He would often drop by the house after checking his mail with a handful of sodas and treats that he would tuck away in the fridge. He attended their recitals, and watched an occasional soccer or baseball game. Every child deserves a special uncle. Cobbie was theirs.
Cobbie had many friends. Friendships developed beginning when he was five years old sitting on the steps of the General Store greeting customers. He had his Marshfield Hills friends and Riverside friends, school and work friends and friends he picked up along the way. When he made you his friend, he was not only your friend, but also a friend of your family. His address book was never full and he always welcomed someone new into his life.
This past week, we have had a chance to see and speak with many of Cobbie’s friends. Friends he called Col-Dog, Tommy Boy, Sharon, VB, JT, the Wilson twins and so many others. Your sad faces are a reminder to us of just how much he was loved. You shared many good times together on the River, down the Vineyard and in Boston. Continue to share your stories of the happy times you had with him so that your memories remain fresh, and toast him often. Cobbie would like that.
Cobbie always had a curiosity about how things worked, He could fix just about anything or at least tell you what was wrong with it. He was everyone’s on call handyman. I’m sure he was in your house too. Whether it was a leaky faucet, broken light switch, a picture in need of hanging or spreading ant and spider bait around the house, Cobbie helped all of us out. Whether it was taking your kids to the bus, giving a piece of simple advice or paying more than his share of the tab, we have all experienced Cobbie’s generosity.
The only jobs Cobbie did not like to do were those that involved physical labor. He really didn’t like to break a sweat. Exercise was out of the question. For those tough jobs, however, he was always ready to supervise, give instruction, or offer up his brothers to do the job and then tell us after the job was done that he could have done it better and faster.
Cobbie loved his boats and the River. Like Nana, that is where he always wanted to be. That is where we remember him being happiest, usually with a crew of boat-less cousins and friends.
Christopher was known and loved by so many. We will miss him for many reasons. We will remember him in so many ways. For me, there is joy and hope in our tears today. There is joy in knowing Cobbie was a part of so many of our lives, that he was loved and that he made a difference to so many of us. And there is hope that he is free and at peace.