Robert Murphy

Uncle “T” to me, his niece, a turkey or a gunkie depending on the year... he was my first introduction to The Beatles at age 7, the funniest man around when in a room with his best buddies or his brothers, a lifetime Cubs fan who could be heard screaming at the T.V. all the way in Roscoe, MT., and the biggest supporter of his many nieces and nephews... no matter what. “Baby You Can Drive My Car”... all the way to heaven.

It came with great sadness that news of T's passing arrived. While at Saint Mary's, and for some time after, he was my best friend. T was gregarious, engaging, kind, and loyal all at the same time. One is ,indeed, fortunate to cross paths with just a single such person in a lifetime. We shared many, many good times, and T was the closest thing to a brother I ever experienced. His loss is shared by so many wonderful people who will, undoubtedly, miss him as much as I do. T had a gift for surrounding himself with devoted friends, and it was a privilege to be among them. I say goodbye ,T, ...until we meet again. Jim O'Hare

I was so sorry to hear about Bob's death. I knew him as Terry, at St. Francis Xavier. He was one day older than I was, and one of the nicest boys in our class. He was so kind - I will always remember that. I am very sorry for your loss. Barbara Gebuhr

He’s the one who called me “Emmy”, especially when saying something important or dear. He’s the one who always called my husband my “boyfriend” because he was smart enough to know that he still was even after 53 years. The Murphy’s are very good at getting together and celebrating a life. Very good. It is so ironic that we cannot do that right now for one of the kindest, funniest, dearest people in all the world. But we will. We will. And he will feel it all the way in heaven. where he is celebrating with so many who loved him. Love you, my brother. Emmy. ❤️