Wayne, we (Luntok Family, Lopez Family) will always cherish the beautiful memories we had together. Being so kind, supportive, responsible, happy are just few words of what I can say when you were with us in Manila and when we visited in California. You also took care and gave time for my daughters when they visited in States. I am so grateful for you.

Rest peacefully.

"Though we need to weep your loss,

You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,

Where no storm or night or pain can reach you."

To Moor

We cradle the time that now lives in our memory,

Held in stories and meals, in pictures, in poetry.

We hope just to hope, and drink deep of your love,

That time may still pass, and it might be enough.

It strikes like lightning, or brews like a storm—

We drift, untethered, without your warmth.

Leave behind the nights where tears have gone

We find our way toward your horizon

The memory of Tito Wayne that stands out the most to me was when he still dressed up as Santa Claus even after the cousins had already spoiled that Santa Claus wasn’t real. He was wearing the fake beard and the red hat and gave me a pillow pet with a brown blanket and pretended elves made it. I don’t know if he knew that I knew, but he still put his all in making me have a magical Christmas.

That was the kind of Uncle that Tito Wayne was. He was always so warm and welcoming and always the first the invite people into his home. He was truly the best host.

I appreciate how much Tito Wayne included me in all the family traditions, no matter how young I was. I remember him teaching me how to roll the dough for the Christmas cookies and when he would let me sit at the table for gin rummy.

As an adult I remember talking science with him. He would ask me about UCLA and would jokingly say I made the wrong choice and should’ve chosen UC Berkeley (it always made me LOL even as I fondly rolled my eyes). I will miss his pink shirts and his laughter and his dad jokes. He was the King of Dad jokes.

Rest in peace, Tito Wayne. I love you.

Some of my favorite childhood memories were in Tito Wayne’s houses in Los Altos and Palm Springs, where he and Tita Honey always made me, my sister, and my parents 100% welcome. We were invited there for every holiday, just for fun, and I was even surprised with a celebration there for my 8th grade graduation. I will always remember how excited I felt when Tito Wayne would start the grill in the backyard of their Palm Springs house because I knew I would be eating his delicious food that night. He taught me how to make Christmas cookies and always had the best spread of cookie cutters. He even dressed up as Santa Claus and gifted me my first bike. Some of my favorite nights were sitting out on the patio and learning how to play liar’s dice and gin rummy from him with all the cousins. Being able to always celebrate everything with him and our family was so important to me while growing up. It made me feel like I had many siblings and many sets of parents and I will forever be grateful to him for giving me that gift. This tradition of gatherings continued even after we grew older, started moving away and getting jobs and I will always have him to thank for being able to create these memories. Tito Wayne you are an amazing uncle and I have been so lucky to have been part of your family.

Love,

Yurika 

Tito Wayne always reminded me of Santa Claus. He was kind and cheerful, and he’d visit our little childhood home in Manila. He was always a thoughtful and generous uncle to me. Whenever he was in the Philippines, it usually meant one exciting thing for us kids—we’d get to use the hotel pool where he was staying! That small treat became something we looked forward to.

When I visited the States, I’d have breakfast in their apartment’s dining area while Tita Honey ran errands. I’ve always been a shy person, so I really appreciated how Tito Wayne would try to strike up a conversation with me about whatever he was watching at the time. It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot, especially since I didn’t see him often.

One small moment I remember was when I was packing my luggage for a trip back to the Philippines, and he helped me with the lock. It was a simple thing, but very much like him—always helpful and kind.

I still remember how he and Tita Honey brought me to the airport and gave me a few dollars before my flight. It was a generous and thoughtful gesture.

He’ll always be remembered with love.

Rest in Peace, Tito. 

The man, the myth, the legend. 

Uncle Wayne, to summarize how much you meant to not only me, but our entire family seems to be an impossible task. The countless memories, laughs, and family gatherings were only made possible because of you. I will never forget the warm welcoming feeling I always had when I entered your house, whether in Los Altos, Palm Springs, or even Orange County. The always expected “HI THERE!” Or “HELLO YOUNG LADY” and your boisterous laugh will forever be engraved in my memory. 

Thank you for everything. For the meaningful texts to just check in. For the generosity you always provided to any of us in a time of need. For the wisdom you instilled in our minds. For the reminder of what is truly important. For the oh so colorful attire you sported. For your unwavering support and love to us all. 

I am so thankful to God that my Son was able to meet you and just be in your presence. When he’s older, I promise to tell him stories of his Great Uncle Wayne. Together with Chris, I swear to continue your legacy and love for cars, Golf (this will mostly be Chris ;) )and the oldies but goodies. 

Your spirit will forever live with us all.

Thank you again Uncle Wayne and may you forever Rest in Peace

Love,

Sara 

WAYNE. Thank you for taking care of the Watanabe Family, especially during Tessa’s surgeries.  Your presence has made me strong during those time . 

Thank you for being there with my Yurika and with my Mika during my absence due to Tessa’s sickness

YASURAKANI NEMUTTE KUDASAI (rest in peace)

WAYNE, you are more than just a brother-in-law to me and I always look up to you as my older brother that we do not have.

As long as I live, I will never forget when I had my surgery 20 years ago and Wayne came to my surgery and has stayed waited for long hours until the doctor came out to explained the situation and until he  knew that I am stable.  His moral support especially to Hiro during that time will always be ingrained in the heart of the Watanabe 

Wayne, all the things that you did to my family and to me , I wish you nothing but eternal peace.

One of the unforgettable times I spent together with Wayne along with my sisters Honey and Jelly was watching concerts .  We always get a good front seat which allow us to move freely near the stage,  and remember Wayne the rhythm of our dance in every beat of of the music with Gloria Estefan, Irene Cara and the slow rhythm of the Air Supply? No one can beat that move from the 4 of us🤨. And now every time we hear those music from the artists that we had watched, your persona memory will always linger to us sisters.

Wayne though you are physically gone your spirit will always be with every family get together.  Because thats what you love to see the most THE FAMILY GET TOGETHERNESS!

The memory of every occasion that  your family and my family has shared together during Christmas, Thanksgiving, Father’s Day, Birthdays and other family get together will always be relived.

Wayne we will miss your delicious HAM TURKEY  Gravy and Hiro will definitely miss it and not to forget your marshmallow chocolates.

You are a good man Wayne, you will always be in our memory and your LEGACY AS WAYNE K MOORE will forever be in the Luntok family, the Embestro family and the Watanabe family.

Thank you for everything. Rest now Wayne.  

You are now in heaven but you will never be forgotten 

WE LOVE YOU OLDER BROTHER ❤️ 

Wayne and I met Oh gosh must be nearly 50 years ago. We worked across parking lots on N Tantau. Wayne worked for AMI and I was at Intersil. Eventually I worked for K&S and had the opportunity to include AMI as a customer,  so it was a natural to call on Wayne who was working with the AMI facility in Manila and had a hand in recommending Die Attach and inspection stations. Those were the days of drinks for lunch but Wayne was always iced tea. We found we had a lot in common but never imagined just how much that would grow to!

Wayne got a position offshore to the Philippines first and eventually I made it over. The lifestyle there was hard work and much harder play. Wayne was quite the entertainer and enjoyed the environment. I guess maybe too much because when it was time for him to go home he sought another position hoping to remain in the Philippines. This was the first time I was able to help him secure a job with then the old Dynetics then called Dyne-Sem. Wayne ran QA and eventually became the GM. We spent a lot of time together which is when I first met his wife Maria Divina “Honey” and her identical twin Maria Francia “Jelly”. Well one thing lead to another, and darned if Wayne and I didnt become brothers-in-law! Not immediately mind you but eventually! It was a big surprise to me but I think a bit less of a surprise to Wayne as I think he had some “inside information!”

We worked well together went off in a different direction which eventually brought Jelly and I back to the States. I went back to contract manufacturing working at AIT and this brought another opportunity to bring Wayne in to set up our stateside Test, Mark and Pack operation. These were good times that we would fondly recall throughout the years. We each had our families and together to this day we lived and loved as one big family.

I will miss Wayne and his loud dress….his generation of music…his corny sense of humour…his generosity of life….and finally his friendship which I will greatly miss.

Whenever there was a gathering Wayne was always there and with him we would have perfect attendance. A joy of life which he would share with us all. Wayne you are and I expect will forever be missed, may you rest in peace and enjoy the company of your loving Mother

Brothers in Arms & Life

George