Dana L. Moy

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Long Island - Dana Lewis Moy, 31, died unexpectedly on August 7, 2015. He was born on May 31, 1984 in Portland, the son of Eric Dana Moy and Lynn Marie (Steeves) Johnson. Dana moved to Long Island when he was a young boy. He attended Long Island Elementary School through 5th grade, and then attended King Middle School before graduating from Portland High School in 2003. Dana fell in love with the ocean when he moved to Long Island. When he was in grade school, he often wanted to go fishing on the ocean with his stepfather Steven Johnson. He also developed a passion for lobstering. In his teen years, Dana began to learn about lobstering by being a sternman for several island lobstermen. At the same time, he owned and fished three boats through his teen years and into his twenties before purchasing his boat, Low Expectations in March of 2013. Dana loved spending time on the water either on his lobster boat Low Expectations, or bass fishing from his kayak on Raymond Pond with his father Eric hoping to catch the always elusive big one. He also enjoyed taking trips to Jewell Island with his Long Island friends, hiking, bowling, hunting, driving his ATV, and swapping fishing stories at the family camp. He was a faithful New England Patriots fan and always wore his Pats cap. Although Dana seemed quiet to some, his family and friends knew him as a charismatic, caring, warm hearted soul. His friendship has been described as loyal, fun and full of laughs. If you were with Dana, you knew you were loved and that he would always be behind you 100%. Dana was predeceased by his beloved mother, Lynn Marie Johnson of Long Island, and grandparents Allen Steeves, Marguerite Moy, Raymond Hill, Sr., and George and Dawn Johnson. Surviving are his father, Eric Moy and wife Laurie of Scarborough; a sister, Nicole of Scarborough; stepfather Steven Johnson of Long Island, and his two children, son Daniel and wife Tracy, and daughter Serra Coate and husband Andy; his grandfather Frank Moy of Bedford, New Hampshire; grandmothers Jessie Steeves of Boothbay Harbor, and Judith Hill of Scarborough; an aunt, Lori Cozzi and husband Andy and two daughters, Allie and Katie Cozzi, of Somerset, New Jersey; two uncles, Scott Steeves and wife Claire and two sons, Ryan and Taylor Steeves, of Standish, and Eric Steeves of Scarborough. He is also survived by many uncles, aunts and cousins from the Moy, Johnson and Hill families. Dana was loved and will be missed by all who knew him, especially his long-time best friends Maxine Harmon, John Clarke, Branden Geistert, Sean Callen, and Chris Doughty. There will be no services at the familys request. A celebration of life is being planned for mid-September on Long Island. Arrangements are by Conroy-Tully Crawford South Portland Chapel, 1024 Broadway, South Portland. To visit Danas memorial page or to share online condolences, please visit www.ctcrawford.com Memorial donations may be made in Danas name to: The Changing Tide Foundation, 772 Island Avenue, Long Island, ME 04050.

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  1. I want to share a poem that Dana wrote in grade school that he titled Fish Swim:Fish swim with me through the blue deepShow me how to glide in the endless nightThe moon so bright on the shadowy deepFlip with me through the perilous darknessSwim with me to the island of light.We love you Dana and will miss you every day. Dad

    – Eric Moy

  2. so sad to see you go dana. always had a blast playing tanks with you and gurkan. rest in peace.No_Fat_Chicks_

    – scott harmon

  3. Our memories of Dana are watching him grow from a boy to a man, fishing at the family camp. Many times he and Eric would spend hours on the water in a canoe or kayak. Our hearts are broken, keeping all who loved him in our thoughts and prayers. Rest in peace Dana

    – Roy, Linda and Brayzel

  4. May the warmth and support of family and friends bring you comfort at this difficult time. Our prayers are with you and your family. With deepest sympathy , John and Anne

    – John and Anne Wary


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