Paul Simpson Enlow, age 77 of Springfield MO passed away on October 11th, 2024, at home surrounded by family.

Paul was born on June 18th, 1947, in Springfield, MO at St. John's Hospital to Alfred and Margaret (Willhite) Enlow.

He is survived by his siblings, James "Jim" Enlow, Martha Trivitt, and Mary Schwartz all of Springfield.

He was preceded in death by his parents, Alfred and Margaret; brother, John and a nephew, Michael. He was the proud parent of Daniel and Paul Allen both of Springfield. He was a proud grandpa, great-grandpa, and great-great grandpa. He also had multiple nieces and nephews whom he adored.

He graduated from Central High School in 1965. He enlisted in the Navy in 1964 in the Reserves until he graduated high school where he went on to serve his country in the US Navy from January 1966 to July of 1970. He then rejoined the Reserve unit in 1977 as a Navy Seabees where he served until 1979. During his time in the Navy, he served on the USS Intrepid and USS Cone. After his military deployment, he worked for Zenith, became a roofer, and then went on to work in the auto parts industry until retiring from AutoZone in 2013.

Paul loved to fish, tell stories of his time in the Navy, growing up and roofing. He spent most of his time with his brother John. Paul was a caretaker, someone who wanted to take care of others and be there for them in his older years. He loved to write poetry and even had one of his poems published in June 2008.

A graveside service with full military honors will be at 1:00 P.M. Thursday, October 17, 2024 in the White Chapel Memorial Gardens Cemetery, 5234 W. State Hwy EE. Springfield, MO. 65802.

Silence of the Night

By: Paul Enlow

There is silence still

The wonders of the night

No one comes, nor no one goes

We live in the silence

Of the everlasting night!

We lay in a Potters Field

No ones love, shall we feel

The cold wind blows, it howls

There amongst the Pines

There seems, no end of time!

We will wait in silence still

Just what, is our Gods will

The Angels whisper thru the Pines

Just, waiting for the time

To lead, all the children home!

Yet, the footsteps silenced

Here, in the silence of the field

The howling of the wind, like whispers

From our past, goes quickly by

And so, we quietly wait!