Stuart Langston Murry
December 20, 1974 - December 9, 2023
November 7, 2023, Stuart arriving at Taipei/Taoyuan Airport from Warsaw/Amsterdam/Heathrow flight to Taiwan.
November 15, 2023, Stuart and Dad enjoying shaved ice
[Photo by Jack E. Murry, Jr. (Stuart's Uncle)]
A cursory biographical obituary of Stuart Langston Murry by Michael Richard Murry, his aggrieved and loving father
Stuart was born on December 20, 1974 at Palm Harbor Hospital in Garden Grove. He had trouble breathing at first, so he had to remain in an incubator for three days before the doctors would release him to our care. But he grew quickly and soon – ten months later – had a new brother, Vincent, to share diapers, crib, and just about everything two young boys can do together.
We lived in an apartment in Gardena until 1977 when we bought our first home in Long Beach, near Bellflower Blvd and Carson/Lincoln avenues, an excellent location near Heartwell Park where Stuart and his brother played recreation and club soccer – which I got talked into coaching – while finishing elementary school and beginning the seventh grade. Since I worked in manufacturing and engineering for the Hughes Aircraft Company, I started bringing computers home where Stuart immediately fell to work on them, beginning his lifelong infatuation with software programming. He also started playing my guitars about this time and got quite good at the instrument.
In 1988 we moved to our second home in Cypress near Chapman and Valley View Blvds so Stuart and his brother could attend Pacifica High School, get a good secondary education, and excel at both soccer and football, both of them earning four varsity letters in the first sport and two in the second. Then they graduated high school and went off to college: Stuart at Devry Tech and Vincent on a football scholarship to the Merchant Marine Academy. As their divorced and single father, I was left with the proverbial “empty” nest and the nagging question of what does a man do with his life after he has accomplished that task which he considered his life’s purpose: raising his sons to capable adulthood?
To help earn money pay for his post-secondary education, Stuart enlisted in the Marine Corps Reserves where he served six years, finally earning a promotion to Lance Corporal and an Honorable Discharge. As a Vietnam Veteran myself, I considered myself blessed that neither Stuart nor his brother ever got sent off to war.
The years went by and Stuart earned a precarious living in the unstable computer/software industry. He married and divorced twice, having a son by the first marriage whom the first wife and her family never permitted him to see or communicate with, an injustice that wounded him deeply. His second marriage ended in an amicable divorce so that Stuart ended his life as a single man still seeking the loving companionship he so selflessly offered to others. This love and encouragement he often found in his parents and brother Vincent’s family. As a son, brother, uncle, nephew, and cousin, Stuart treasured all these family relationships.
Stuart passed away on December 9, 2023 as a result of a tragic accident in Keelung (northern), Taiwan near his mother’s home and Taoist Shrine whose affairs she represents and administers. Stuart had been visiting his mother after visiting myself, his father, and Carol Wu, my wife – his “second mommy,” as Stuart liked to call her – in Kaohsiung (southern), Taiwan. Upon notification of Stuart’s passing, all of us immediately got caught up in Taiwan’s – and the American Institute of Taiwan’s – legal and administrative proceedings with Carol doing most of the work requiring use of the Mandarin and Taiwanese languages. As soon as he could, Vincent came to Taiwan to see myself and his mother, afterwards returning to the United States with Stuart’s cremated remains which we inter into the earth of California, the state that he had always considered his home.
These brief remarks do not do justice to Stuart’s nearly fifty years of life or how much love and friendship he had to offer the world. But in the short space of an hour’s commemorative services, it will have to do.
A Song For Stuart
Stuart Langston Murry
December 20, 1974 – December 9, 2023
I've loved you since the day you first drew breath
And I will love you till I breathe my last
I thought you'd be the future and that I
Would be the one to fade into your past
But cruel TIME has taken you too soon
And left me in my elder years to grieve
In memory, I feel your beating heart
As tears, like raindrops, fall upon my sleeve.
I see that smile you showed to one and all,
Your signature that anyone could read
In any language, anywhere on earth.
A lovely lamp to light this world, indeed.
In life you made your way as best you could
Through ups and downs and difficult career.
You marched as to an inner drummer’s tune,
A happy beat that only you could hear.
“A loving father,” you once called me, son.
These heartfelt words sustain me, warm though few.
You made it easy for a little man
Like me to love a kindly son like you.
You travel now through all eternity.
The Universe won’t see your face again.
You came just once, a rare and precious soul.
Go now in Peace, my son. No fear. No pain.
Each time it rains, upon this thought I’ll dwell:
That’s Heaven crying: “Stuart, fare thee well.”
At every sunrise, I’ll hear Heaven say:
“You see, Stu smiled and Darkness went away.”
At twilight as the sun sets in the West:
That’s Heaven guiding Stuart to his rest.
Into the Earth we place you now, my boy:
Your last remains. To ashes you’ve returned.
You filled your share of hearts with love and joy.
Eternal happiness your soul has earned.
— Michael Richard Murry