Rita Moler, 69, of Pampa, passed away on Tuesday, November 26, 2024 at her home with her husband and her sister by her side.
No services are scheduled at this time. Cremation and arrangements are under the direction of Carmichael-Whatley Funeral Directors and Crematory.
Rita was born on October 29, 1955 in Amarillo to Claudia LeeDale Smith. She was raised in the Texas Panhandle and attended school at Pampa High School and Palo Duro High School.
Rita was a well-known server at the Circus Room and enjoyed getting to know her patrons during her time there.
Most recently, she worked for the Youngbloods Café as a cashier. Rita was an exceptionally hard worker.
In 2015, Rita moved to Pampa where she married the love of her life, Wayne Moler, on October 29, 2015. Rita loved cooking and taking care of her family. Presentation was everything to Rita whether it was her home, her meals, or even the gifts she wrapped, it all had to look perfect.
She enjoyed reading, listening to her nephew play the piano, and listening to Willie Nelson. Rita was an incredibly talented woodworker and spent long hours helping her parents in their shop. She loved animals and really enjoyed spoiling her three dogs.
Rita is survived by her husband, Wayne Moler of the home; three children, Mindy Folden and wife Danielle of Fayetteville, Georgia, James “Bubba” Martin and wife Melissa of Amarillo, and Lauren Ayres and husband Luke of Sacramento, California; one sister, Robin Fulks and husband Sammy of Amarillo; her father-in-law and mother-in-law, JD and Yvonne Moler; her three dogs, Elsa, Heidi, and Ginny; and numerous grandchildren, nieces, and nephews.
In lieu of flowers the family asks that donations be sent to the Pampa Animal Welfare Society, PO Box 2095, Pampa, Texas, 79066.
Shhh!... There! Do you hear it?
There’s something in the air,
The dogs are getting nervous,
You can feel it everywhere.
There’s something moving this way,
Right here to our town,
Grab the kids and call your sister,
Everybody gather round.
There it is again,
Close your eyes and catch your breath,
Sounds like a circus coming,
Or the Carnival of Death.
It looks like a big one,
Feature acts on every stage,
Midway lit with raw emotion,
Acrobats of greed and rage.
Pandemonium and heartache,
Cotton candy for a treat.
A roller coaster of the senses,
Egos naked in the street.
Mighty beasts in chains and cages,
And some in suits and ties.
Everyone a predator,
You see it in their eyes.
Ride the carousel of blame,
Through the funhouse of despair,
And enjoy the hall of mirrors,
Guilty faces everywhere.
It’s the Carnival of Death,
It’s the darks side of man,
It’s a gypsy troupe of tragedy,
Catch it while you can.
It’s the Carnival of Death,
It’s the greatest show on earth,
There’s one born every minute,
Your ticket is your birth.
Carnival of Death by Tony Felix
Written for Rita.
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