Gregg Pohl 1967-2021

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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

Brother Gregg....where does one begin, from the beginning naturally. Born May 17, 1967 in Berkeley, California, he arrived 5 minutes later than his identical Brother Jeff......the yin and the yang, strange cohorts indeed. Berkeley was the epicenter of all things hippie and psychedelic....1967 summer of love, the Beatles released "St. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band a week after the twins were born and the Vietnam War was in full affect....volatility and weird energy for sure, go figure.

   I, for one, could not properly identify or distinguish who was who for the first four years. For example a typical statement would be " Hey Mom, one of the twins fell off the couch." they looked alike, they were dressed alike, and they cried alike.....and then one day a few years later I noticed that these identical twins with the exact same DNA were night and day....two very distinct personalities....and so it goes.

  Fast forward some 20 odd years later, Gregg and myself had formed a special bond. We both had a passion for golf, fishing and music. We chose similar career paths and lo and behold worked at the same golf club for a bit in Naples, Florida. We fished the Gulf of Mexico, competed on the golf course and caroused in local watering holes after our endeavors.....those were good days, fond memories indeed.

  The apple does not fall far from the tree, this I can attest. Gregg was small in stature yet emanated a strong aura, he captained his high school wrestling team, competed and succeeded in Professional golf tournaments and had an innate ability to catch fish when there were no fish to be caught.....Gregg was a character in every sense of the word.

   Gregg had a powerful passion for life, he wore his heart on his sleeve and was a loyal friend to many like souls. He was quick to laugh and quick to cry.....stubborn, hard headed yet endearing....Gregg in a nutshell. He will be missed, he is missed. Rest in Peace Brother Gregg, we'll tee it up on the other side.

Brother Scott