Roger E. Tribout

Roger Tribout was born on Halloween in 1985, to William Tribout and Barentha Ann (Laster) Tribout. He died on Thursday, January 16th, 2025, in a car wreck on his way to work.
He leaves behind his brothers, Kenny (Glenna) Tribout and William "Little Bill" Dixon; two sisters, April Tribout and Lacey Dixon.
He was a loving father to his children: Cameron Tribout, 17, Izabella Webber, 15, Cayleigh Tribout, 11, and Arabella Tribout, age 10. He leaves his beloved nieces and nephews; Jaden, Tianna, Lavada, Dalton, Raelynn, Kashton, Amiyah, Jesse, Robbi, Colin, Chance, Patience and Katie Leigh, as well as Amanda, Makayla, Delilah and Lily, Otis and James, and his great-nieces Anna and Elizabeth, and many other beloved relatives. Dear friends include Damein Killion, Jacob Behm, Kyle Dare, Derick Tempke and John Otto, among many others, as well as the love of his life, his devoted wife and best friend, Carroll Lynn Tribout.
Roger's early life was rough. His mother died from cancer while Roger was still quite young, and his dad was often away for long periods of time. There were few resources. But Roger was resourceful, tough and smart and unfailingly kind and generous, and he grew into the kind of man that everyone loved and wanted to spend time with. He was incredibly hard-working, and generous to a fault; funny and tender and loyal unto death to everyone he shared his gigantic heart with. He became a loving husband, an amazing father, a fierce friend and a tireless worker. Everyone who knew him, knew they could count on him completely.
Roger lived life with an enthusiasm and abandon that was irresistible to everyone who knew him. He was fearless, a trait that caused no little stress to the people who loved him while he was growing up, but was one of his finest qualities, once he figured out what to do with it. He was mechanically gifted, and always cobbling bike parts and other machinery together. Given a brand new bike, he promptly built a ramp, jumped a creek and landed head-first on a rock that knocked a chunk of his skull loose. It only slowed him down until he was out of the hospital again. But as a man, he was never afraid to show emotion, to be fully present for the people he loved, to look silly or play the fool if it made the people he loved laugh and know they were loved, dying his hair, dancing and wearing costumes to entertain his babies.
He and Carroll met when they were in 3rd grade, and he asked her to be his girlfriend. He gave her the first kiss she ever received, in the parking lot of the Butcher Block at ten years old (and he slipped her his tongue!) They dated off and on through the years that followed, slowly figuring out that they were soul mates who were meant to be together. They eventually formed a beautiful family together, and solemnized their vows on November 24, 2024. When she asked why he wanted to marry after all these years, he responded "I want to give you my last name before I die." He never left her side without hugging and kissing her and telling her again how much he loved her.
He always made his kids his first priority, and loved doing anything with them. Fishing was a favorite activity together. Once when the family had gone fishing at night, he warned Kayleigh to step back when he cast, but she didn't make it quite far enough, and caught the fishing hook in her armpit. She didn't cry, but when the doctor arrived and was making conversation, he asked Roger what the biggest fish he had ever caught had been. Roger told him "My daughter! She's the most beautiful fish I ever caught."
Roger loved fishing with his son on lots of late-night excursions. He loved building demo cars, and attending derbies. One of his achievements he was proudest of was obtaining his CDLs with a lot of help from Kelly Jennings and his son, Cameron.
He chewed bottle cap lids to relieve stress, a habit that Carroll teased him about because he often left the chewed-up remains around the house. When she asked why he insisted on leaving them around, he told her "So you can find them when I'm gone." She filled a bottle with them, and threatened to display it at his funeral. His son Cameron has since picked up the habit.
All of us who love Roger Tribout will be finding things that remind us of him in our lives for the rest of our days. Fortunately, along with the chewed up bottle caps, he leaves memories of kindness, of courage and laughter and what real love looks like in action. He leaves an example of real manhood, of hard work and conscientiousness. He leaves the impact he had and continues to have on the lives of every human being who ever spent time in his company. It is not enough, but it is more than most human beings leave to those they love.
Roger never said "Bye" to those he loved. It was always "I love you later".
Roger was preceded in death by his beloved Mother, Barentha Ann, by August Tribout, his grandfather, his aunt, Ruth Matthis, and his friend Jimmy Smith.
The family asks that everyone wear pink and/or red to the service that will be held at McMikle Funeral Home in Charleston, MO, on Tuesday, January 21, 2025. Visiting hours begin at 11:00, and the service will start at 1:00 p.m.
Travis Clayton and Aaron Powell will officiate.
A family only burial will be at Lindsey Cemetery in McClure, IL.
Online condolences may be shared at www.mcmiklefunearlhome.com.