Barry G. Muldrew

I was just looking at my 65 commerce HS year book and remembering one of my best friends Barry - Beege as I called him. We were in the band together. When I had my 2nd child he was one of the nurses in the hospital. So many wonderful amazing memories of our 3 years in school. I just learned of his passing and I´m heart broken. My husband was in the soldiers home as well but lost him in 2019 to agent orange issues. God bless your family with beautiful memories.

Tara Whiting-Wells I called him Bear-face, he called me Tuna boat....his makes sense, I have no idea where my nickname came from!!! As I have reflected on Barry, a word that keeps coming up for me is connection. He would listen with full focus, love and calm and no judgement. He would then smile, hug me and say `what does your higher power want you to do´? I knew that I would always feel heard and seen after speaking with him or spending time with him. Barry helped me move home from...

In trying to write something about Barry, I find I don't have a talent for words to explain how much he meant to me, and how much I thought of him. But I will tell you this short story that reminds me of him. A traveller once asked a wise man "How do I live forever?" And the wise man answered "Be difficult to forget". So the traveller asked "How? Should I create art? Should I be famous? Should I be powerful?" And the wise man replied "You should be kind". I will always remember Barry...

David Whiting I remember Barry as "Grampa Barry" or occasionally just "Bear", and the names both really fit him. He was someone who always left an impression. His words were always kind, his interest genuine and without judgement, his warmth and gentle spirit apparent to anyone who had a chance to have a passing conversation with him (and I took the chance whenever I could). When I left home for the Marines, his words of comfort, advice, thoughts on life and his own service to the country,...

Dear Family, Although we haven't seen each other in many years, I remember the good times we shared playing together in our high school band. Please accept my sincere sympathy.

High School friend and teammate. Springfield 1964 High School Bowling City Champion, god bless you and your family, Rusty