By: James P Gregg

James P Gregg — Mon, 30 May 2022 07:23:00 +0000

It’s been a year and five months now and I still can’t get over his passing, it just doesn’t seem possible. We had so many good times together, hunting, fishing, even working for the same two police departments, even shared living quarters twice, once up north by the airport, then in Independence. We both served in the Army as Infantrymen and two of the same units (at separate times) the 1st Infantry and 101st Airborne. He was extremely intelligent, fun and would give you the shirt off his back without hesitation. The last time we were able to talk Phil asked, why does God takes such good people early sometimes, if correct a long time friend of his had recently passed and was at the same medical facility as him. The talk started out heart wrenching for Phil, yet turned out to be a very good experience for the both of us. From that conversation I know Phil is at peace and experiencing a joy one can only find in Heaven with God Almighty. My heart still hurts and I even shed tears, yet inside I’m so, so happy for Phil. On the military side, many serve yet few are actually heros, Phil actually was a decorated Hero and like most he never bragged about his bravery. I miss my Brother In Arms, Brother In Law Enforcement and Brother In Christ and I miss my friend.

By: Susie Moore

Susie Moore — Fri, 08 Jan 2021 19:39:20 +0000

Friday Jan. 8, 2021
I had breakfast with Phil this morning, in memoriam anyway. As I drove to the doughnut shop I sang “House of the Rising Sun,” but with not quite as much gusto as I remembered Phil pouring into his spontaneous renditions. The 28″ waisted young soldier who married my baby sister Barbara Jean soon became a fun-loving uncle to my three children and later their children. He offered motorcycle rides, treasure hunts for cousins, tall tales about fishing while helping a little boy “catch” his first fish, teaching a little girl to cast a line off the back of a boat, mushroom hunting with another, coolers-full of boiled shrimp to share… and always doughnuts for breakfast. He knew how to celebrate having fun with his new-found family. Even after divorce, he remained an “adopted” member of the Moore and Robohn families. We were fascinated by Phil’s Civil War re-enactment stories, the character he played and his movie star horse. At times he could be an irritating rascal, like convincing my sister to cash in a bus ticket to buy a helmet so she could ride350 miles home on his motorcycle (an adventure my mother blamed on me!), but he always had a generous heart. He was one of a kind. He was one of the good guys. He was loved by many. He will be missed. He will be remembered. Rest in peace, Phil.

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