Rebecca Sue Moody of Concord, VA, age 71, is in peace after many years of suffering came to an end on January 12th, 2025. She was born on September 30th, 1953, to the late Everett Moody and Beatrice Blizard Moody of Concord, VA. "Becky" was the fourth of five children and grew up tending to the family's horse farm/riding ranch in Concord, VA. Becky was an honors graduate majoring in biology. She worked as a chemist, teacher, and as an x-ray technologist. She loved horses, the beach, traveling, and exploring. She was selfless, smart, artistic, friendly, and disciplined. Becky was preceded in death by her brother, Thomas Moody. She leaves behind a sister, Jo Ann Moody and wife, Joan Tonn of Austin, TX; brother, Roger Moody and wife, Revonda of Concord, VA; sister, Laura Moody of Concord, VA; daughter, Bethany Carey of Concord, VA; son, Christopher Carey of Lynchburg, VA; beloved grandson, Michael Carey of Nathalie, VA; as well as many extended family members and close family friends. We would also like to thank Nayar Hospice for their support and the wonderful care she received.

It is her wish to be cremated and a funeral service to be held privately. The family can receive condolences by mail at P.O. Box 425 Concord, VA 24538. Flowers can be sent to Moody Moving & Storage at 12161 Richmond Hwy, Concord, Va 24538.

Celebration of Becky Moody (JoAnn Moody, January 2025)

When I think of my sister, Becky, I think first of her smile. When Becky got tickled, her face would just light up. In fact, when something struck her as really funny, she'd get so wound up that I fully expected her to get down on the floor and roll around! Becky's happy cackle, even more memorable than BBs, could easily wake up both the household and the neighborhood!!!

The next thing that comes to mind for me about Becky is that she was just so smart. She certainly never needed help in school. Most of you know that the schoolteachers in Concord and Rustburg figured out how smart any particular Moody child was by seeing how much of that child's homework their mother, BB, had to do!

Becky was a budding scientist from the time she was a little girl and was fascinated by all things biological—a passion that she passed on to her son, Chris. Joan recalls a special time with Becky during one of her visits to us at our vacation home on North Carolina's Emerald Isle. One night, there was a fierce electrical storm out over the ocean. Nobody else was interested, but the two of them sat for hours on the porch balcony—entranced by Mother Nature's fireworks. Becky's passionate interest in nature meant that, more than all the rest of us, she was intrigued by and devoted to the lake property that BB and ER had purchased. Becky spent hours alone there—either on horseback or walking next to the lake, deeply engrossed in every creature she came across.

Becky, however, wasn't a "loner." Throughout her life, Becky easily made friends—including one special friend in high school whose name, unfortunately, I can't recall. Becky's sense of humor and "get up and go" attitude drew people to her. It always pleased me to know that other people loved her.

I perhaps should add that Becky didn't hesitate to give advice, even to me, her considerably older sister! During the year that I was on the faculty at Vanderbilt, she visited me in Nashville. Becky, then 18 and with boys very much on her mind, immediately saw that one of my colleagues was attracted to me—something I really hadn't noticed. I MUST pursue him, Becky advised, or someone else would snatch him up! Besides, what was I waiting on??? You're old, she probably thought! In her eyes, 26 was probably close to ancient!

Becky's sense of adventure and appreciation of nature showed up again in her early 50s when she took on jobs as a traveling radiology tech. Like her truck driver father, ER, she got Bethany in the car and the two of them---with animals in tow—took off to the western states. They weren't exactly Thelma and Louise, but they got to explore deserts and western mountains and surely had as much fun. They even made it all the way to San Diego, where they visited Joan and me and reveled with us in our magnificent Torrey Pines Beach.

Becky was devoted to her children and always wanted the best for them—even during those teenage and young adult years that most parents and children find trying. I always was impressed that Becky's concern for Bethany's welfare showed up in her willingness to home-school her, even though Becky was divorced and working hard to support herself and family. Becky also adored her grandson, Michael. One of the disappointments of her life, surely, was the effects of the 2009 brain hemorrhage on her mind and body made it nearly impossible to take Michael out to the fields and streams of Virginia that she loved.

Last year, I saw the photos from the 70th birthday party that you all threw for Becky. I was struck looking at them to see how beautiful Becky still was. The love and careful attention that you all have given her during the 15 difficult years after the stroke clearly had brought both security and joy to her life. I could see it in her face. I will always be grateful to my family—especially to Laurie and Bethany. Their tender, respectful devotion to Becky was admirable. I wish I could have done more for her myself.

I will miss her. May her memory be a blessing.