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Audrey Mae Leaber Moyant

Audrey Mae Leaber Moyant December 6, 1929 - March 31, 2022 Loving mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and friend. Audrey Mae Leaber Moyant, 92, Brandon, FL died on a breezy, sunny spring morning, 31 March 2022, at home with family by her side. Audrey was born December 6, 1929, in Gretna, Louisiana to Louise and Robert Leaber. She was raised in Gretna and met her one true love, Donald Moyant, on one of her many outings to nearby Biloxi, Mississippi. They married just a few months later before moving to New Mexico, then Colorado, Pennsylvania, and eventually settling in Brandon, Florida with their two children, in the early 1970s. They remained together for 45 years until Don’s death April 16, 2000. Audrey wore several hats. She received her nursing diploma from Charity Hospital of Louisiana and worked as a Registered Nurse She also worked alongside her husband, doing clerical work for their small business. Later in life she became a literacy tutor for exceptional adults, volunteered at a parrot rescue, and was a volunteer ESOL teacher at the San Jose Mission in Dover, FL for many years. She enjoyed square dancing and roaming the flea markets with her beloved husband Don. They went on many travels together, including England, Canada, Bimini, Côte d’Ivoire, national parks, and even a special trip to Alaska funded by a lucky lotto ticket, just enough to cover the trip of a lifetime. Audrey loved nature and animals and was a caretaker to many creatures, from cats and dogs, to ferrets and parrots. She was so determined in her duty and loyalty to her animal companions, that she continued caring for her husband’s bird, an ornery cherry-headed conure named Jake, for more than 20 years after his death. When Jake the parrot died of old age, January 31 st of this year, Audrey buried him herself, in her garden. With her children and grandchildren already grown and thriving, perhaps caring for Jake was considered a final job well done, because she followed him two months later to the day. Anyone who had the pleasure of knowing Audrey, likely had the pleasure of knowing the beautiful garden she was famous for (truly famous…it even made it into the local paper!). If she went missing, one only had to take a stroll outside and carefully search between the ferns, underneath the Azalea bushes, or beyond the billowing Peace Lilies, to find her on her stool with a bucketful of weeds at her side. Those graced with a tour of that garden, walked away in awe of the splendor that just one woman, partnered only by God, could create. She tended to every leaf, flower, butterfly (and those darn weeds) in the garden she loved, with the same care she gave to the people she loved. Audrey will be remembered as a kind, giving, no-nonsense mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. She is survived by her two children, Bruce Moyant (Josephine) and Donna Neilson (John), her grandchildren, Laura Moyant, Amy Neilson, Alexander Neilson, Eulalie Kouassi (Hervé), and Cesar Tre (Mimose), and great grandchildren Lauren, Dylan, Paul André, and Vincent. She is preceded in death by her parents, her husband Donald, sister Bobbie, and brother David. “If ever there were a spring day so perfect, So uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made you want to throw open all the windows in the house and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage, indeed, rip the little door from its jamb, a day when the cool brick paths and the garden bursting with peonies seemed so etched in sunlight… …well, today is just that kind of day”. - Excerpt from ‘Today’, by Billy Collins

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