SARATOGA SPRINGS — Bernard F. Moran, III, longtime resident of Natick, MA died, quietly in his sleep – as was his wont – on September 9, 2022.
He was born April 23, 1951 in Upper Darby, PA to the late Bernard F. Jr. and Louise (Callahan) Moran.
Bernie is survived by his loving wife of 40 years, Jean (Hannigan) as well as his three beautiful daughters: Erin J. Moran of Westfield, MA, Casey M. Koenig and her husband Chris of Gansevoort, and Molly R. Moran and her fiancé Jake Chagnon of Manchester, NH; his two granddaughters, Rowan and June Koenig; and his siblings, Michael J Moran and his wife Kathleen Farrell, Mary Louise Snyder and her husband William, Timothy Moran and his wife Paula, Nancy Hovanic, (her late husband Chuck), and Patrick Moran; in-laws Rosemary Camps Lunney and her husband Dan; Anna Howley, and Robert Hannigan. He was predeceased by his brother in-law Raymond Hannigan. Bernie also leaves behind his loving aunt and uncle, Carol and Paul O’Connell, numerous nieces and nephews, and a veritable horde of cousins and their offspring. Bern’s cousin, Cindy (Sucher) Dorst and her husband Steve shared a particularly close relationship with Bernie and Jean.
Bern worked in the commercial banking industry in Boston his entire career. He started at U.S.Trust - where he met his lovely bride - worked at the ill-fated Boston Trade Bank, and closed his career at South Shore Savings Bank.
Bernie was a Renaissance man: he painted, both in oil and watercolor, with his most prolific subject being scenes of Wildwood, NJ; he was a carpenter (of-sorts) carrying on a tradition, started by his father, making much cherished family name signs for newlyweds and friends as well as Christmas vignettes of the North Pole and Santa’s helpers. Bern was also a prolific poet, his Christmas Cards, with their mélange of Holiday poetry and photos of Christmas’ past were cherished by their recipients. He enjoyed hats, pocket squares and wailing on the harmonica. He had an uncanny ability to call up the perfect song for whatever the occasion may be.
You could calculate the number of Bernie’s friends by adding up the number of people he had met for more than five minutes. It was impossible to spend any time with Bernie without coming to like him. His friends and his friendships radiated out from him like sunbeams. That sun has set, and all of our lives are darkened in the resulting twilight.
Bern was not one to hide his tears or repress his love or humor. He would want his loved ones to do both and do them often.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Friends of Alexander Deihl, 3815 Cottage Lane Newtown Square, PA 19073.
The family will be holding a private celebration of Bernie’s life at a later date.
Online remembrances may be made at burkefuneralhome.com
