On Saturday, February 4, 2023, Gregory Peter Moeller, loving husband and father of three passed away at the age of 75. His death was sudden: a cardiac arrest, that spared him any pain at all. \n\n\n\nGreg was born on Feb 5, 1947, in Oakland California to Gene and Vickie Moeller. His boyhood was spent in San Leandro, California, and on his grandparents’ apricot ranch in Santa Clara county driving go-carts, and dirt bikes, and at ten years of age, his Grandfather’s brand new Cadillac; he had an early and life-long love of any and all motor vehicles. He attended San Jose State University and graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree in Mechanical Engineering in June of 1971; with an emphasis in Nuclear Engineering. Greg never worked in this field declaring, “That nuclear stuff is dangerous!” Instead, he was hired by the City of Saratoga and became the city’s first Traffic Engineer. He loved his job because again, he was working with cars and solving traffic problems. When his father wanted to retire he changed jobs taking over the family business in Oakland, East Bay Sheet Metal Works, becoming a heating, ventilating, and air conditioning contractor.\n\n\n\nHe married the love of his life, “The Divine Mrs. M”, Rita Lynne Ruha in August of 1970, and had three children, Patrick, Ryan, and Elizabeth. He fiercely loved his children and saw them as remarkable people: Patrick who shared his love of cars and conservative politics, Ryan, whose ability to repair watches, clocks, and Hula-Girl Lamps intrigued and amazed him and Elizabeth “Betsy” who challenged and astounded him with her love of family and zest for life. As his children married and presented him with six granddaughters: Patrick to Yukari Yamasaki (Tyra) Elizabeth to Eric Berni (Monica and Ariel) and Ryan to Katherine Wandersee (Kaitlin, Margherita, and Virginia) his love and joy redoubled over and over. He loved babies, rocking, cuddling, talking and just spending time with them. And they loved him. After all of the granddaughters, fate sent him a “Grandson” in the form of Joshua, a teenage great-nephew. Now his life was complete.\n\n\n\nGreg had a passion for vintage cars which his wife lovingly referred to as “Clunkers” and he, “Classics”. He always promised to sell one if she would allow him to purchase another, but in the end, could never bear to part with any of them. He never missed “Hot August Nights” in Reno and would comment sadly every year, like a child after Christmas, “Oh, I have to wait a whole year now.” If a friend stopped by the house and he wasn’t nearby, everyone knew to mosey down to the barn where they’d find him tinkering with the engine of his Ford Ranger, the ’67 El Camino or another “Classic”. Greg was always quick to pour a drink and share a story with any fellow that stopped by. He was sociable and generous, quick to offer his time and expertise to help others fix their cars. He was a good listener to anyone with a problem of heart, health, or soul.\n\nGreg is survived by his wife, his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and many in-laws, nieces, nephews, and friends too numerous to list but not forgotten. He has been reunited with his “best friend”, Rita’s father Lauri, his parents, brother Jeffery, grandparents, and many beloved Dachshunds. We all hoped we would have many more years together and will greatly miss him.