Steve Moudy

Steve Moudy, 74, of Midland, Texas passed away, in the presence of so much love, on February 2, 2025. He was born on September 12, 1950, in Midland, Texas, to Joe Angel and Betty Wood (Moudy), later adopted by Ray Moudy. Steve lived with pride. His strengths were an inspiration to so many people, which is where he found his purpose and passion: helping others, as a drug and alcohol counselor at Harbor House, in Fort Smith, Arkansas, where he “came alive,” he said, following and living his purpose from 2001-2012. He was so proud of what he did, and his girls were more proud of him than they could ever put into words. He would go on to be who many people credited the betterment of themselves and their lives to, making them “mo’ betta,” and filling them with memories of his awesome story telling and passionate speeches, where he would use his hands to talk, mesmerizing whoever had the pleasure of getting to listen. He made a difference in this world, and it was beautiful. Steve served in the United States Army from 1969-1971, when he was drafted during the Vietnam War. He found so much pleasure in sharing stories from being stationed in Germany during that time, showing all of the amazing pictures that he took, and telling so many movie-esque stories, that almost seemed too great to believe. What a life he lived.

Steve is survived by the love of his life, Elizabeth Moudy, who he would have celebrated his 50th wedding anniversary with March 15, of this year, and by his 4 daughters, Layla Wilkerson, Rachel Winters, AnnElise Moudy, and Shannon Harper. The pride and love he held for all of his girls was insurmountable, which was reciprocated divinely. The amount of pride his girls have for him is inexplainable, and they will live on carrying that pride, honoring him and all he was, and will always be. Additional survivors are his 12 grandchildren, 7 great-grandchildren, his sister, Patricia Moudy Hamilton, and her son. He is preceded in death by his mother, Betty Moudy, adoptive father, Ray Moudy, and biological father, Joe Angel. As well as his brother, David Moudy, and 1 great-grandson, Jackson Jolly.

Steve had impeccable taste in, a passion for, and incredible talent playing music, which would be something that many others remember him for; secretly listening to him play his bass or guitar in his room, when he thought no one was listening. We always listened. Most memories his family has of him have to do with playing or listening to music with him, watching him play in his band at public gatherings, or sneaking into his things to strum the strings of his instruments when he couldn’t see, as well as reading books about space, or using his telescopes to look at the planets when he knew they were visible. He also had a huge love for movies, with an impressive collection of dvd’s, which he said is “the only right way to watch them,” as well as hundreds of cd’s, to which he said, “having the album in hand is so much better than just downloading a song,” and he took real pride in his collections! However, his road to recovery, his commitment to helping others with it, and his passion for it, would be what they all adopted as a passion of their own – self improvement, yet never forgetting where you came from. And to understand that The Beatles and Yes were the best bands of all time.

To know him, was to think he was the coolest cat on the block. And he was. He devoted himself to the betterment of living well, and to being the best man he could be for his 5 girls… and that is exactly what he did. He is the beat in all of the hearts of those who will forever remember him, who will continue to live for him, and honor him, until they meet again.

“𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒; 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚… 𝐼𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.”

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