Gregg had a way with people. From his early childhood days and throughout his adult life, he made connections easily and cultivated a wide circle of friends. These were tried-and-true buddies who were like family to Gregg, and they in turn had a special fondness for him, calling him nicknames like “Lil Pro” or “Pohlie.” He was extremely loyal and protective of his family and friends.

My brother was an avid sports enthusiast – both as a player and spectator. I remember attending almost all of his high school wrestling matches; they were intense, exciting, and nerve wracking all at once! Then he discovered his true love, golf, and eventually went on to obtain his PGA playing card and work at notable clubs in Missouri, Florida, Ohio, New York, and Kansas. Fishing was another passion that he was able to indulge during his years in Florida. And while he likely cheered on local teams when he was living in different states, his undying support and allegiance to the Mizzou Tigers and St. Louis Cardinals never wavered.

Beneath a sometimes gruff exterior, Gregg had a huge heart. He lived and loved in a large way.

Gregg, you will always be loved and never forgotten. Rest in peace!

~ Tracy Muschick