Philip Joseph Richard was born on 08/14/1951 to Dewey J Richard and Nola Louise Richard in Temple, Texas. He is preceded in death by his parents and brother, Raphael (Sally) Richard.
Survived by wife, Kathleen Richard; son, Obie James Richard; bonus son, John (Loribeth) Ahlers; bonus daughter, Valerie (Stephen) Gowens; brother, James (Patricia) Richard; sister, Joan (Bobby) Maines; sister, Theresa (Kenny) Dillon; grandchildren, Brandon Richard, Andrew Richard, Lilah Pierce, Abigail Ahlers, Lorelai, Landric, Adelaine and Annika Gowens. Several loving nephews and nieces.
Philip attended high school in Beeville, Texas. He was a volunteer in several organizations, such as Taft Rotary, Taft Volunteer Fire Department, Taft EMS, Lagarto Volunteer Fire Department. Lifetime member of NRA and proud Trump supporter. He was Public Works Director in Taft, Regional Sales Manager for Smith Blair Water Supply Products, District Manager for Nueces County Water District III, from which he retired. Philip was a very hard worker and deeply respected in any profession he chose to work in. No matter where he went there was always someone he knew or that knew him.
God broke the mold when he made Philip. He lived a very colorful life and was always the life of the party, even when there wasn’t a party. He was known for his New Year’s Eve parties and huge bonfires. He knew a little something about anything you wanted to know, almost as smart as Google. If there was anything you ever needed, he either had it, knew where to find it or could build it for you. Craig’s list and Amazon will miss him dearly. He went above and beyond when it came to helping out family and friends.
He was very well known for his organization skills. He was the biggest prankster you could ever know. Whether it be his Mad Mongoose that would jump at you from it’s cage, the bloody finger in the soap box, or the rubber turd on the toilet seat. The list goes on and on. My yankee cousins say they always knew to keep their back up against a wall so you could keep an eye on him.
He was called the Crazy Cajun, the Snakeman and lived in the House of the Rising Sun when he was in Taft. Anyone that really knew him knows he hates cats and only tolerates some dogs. He claimed to dislike kids too, but as you can see in the slide presentation where all his grandkids are wrapped around his neck that was not true. He was a kid at heart and always knew how to show them a fun time.
The Doctor in the hospital told us that he always meets people at their worst but he could tell by the people that surrounded Philip that he must be a good man. If he only knew! As my cousin said he was a Joyful Spirit and would light up a room when he walked in.
Rest in Peace my love.
In lieu of flowers the family requests donations to a charity of your choice.