Thomas J. Mulroy “Tom” Lt Col USAF (Ret)
September 17, 1950 – December 4, 2019
Age 69
Tom loved his wife, sons and their wives, grandchildren, and his dogs. He enjoyed cooking Sunday dinners for his family and working in the yard and around the house.
Preceded in death by parents Al and Betty Mulroy.
Survived by wife of 42 years Bobbi; sons Jarod (McKinsey) Mulroy and Todd Mulroy; grandchildren Dylan, Benjamin, Jacob, Vivian and Nathan Mulroy; and brothers Jim (Christine) Mulroy, Jack Mulroy, and Mike Mulroy.
Reception of Friends: Saturday, December 7, 12:30 p.m. followed by Memorial Service at 1:30 p.m., both at Bellevue Memorial Chapel, with Military Honors by the Offutt Air Force Base Honor Guard.
Memorials: Little White Dog Rescue, littlewhitedogrescue.org
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My friend Tom
I will miss my porch coffee buddy and our morning hello whether talking about dogs, yards, weather or our houses you were always so kind to me and my family from day one til your last day
Miss you dearly
I was so sorry to hear that Tom had passed. I have known him since we were young officers together at Whiteman. He was a great wingman and true friend and will be missed.
Dear Bobbi,
I was catching up on the paper tonight and read that your husband Tom has died. I also realized that I had missed the service. I am very sad for you and your family and will keep you in my prayers as you navigate through this difficult time.
I came across this looking for Tom on LinkedIn, knowing he’d still be working if he could. I can tell you I am very saddened I lost touch with him over the years, and even though this is a late post I hope this finds his family well.
As co-worker of Tom’s between 2001-2005, I was in my early 20’s, and as dumb and cocky as a wing nut who’d just left the service could be. I sat right next to the Col, and quickly realized I needed to mind my manners. Not because he got mad, or that I offended him, or that he said anything negative to me as such… but because there are types of Men whose mere presence alone stops you in your tracks. You knew instantly you were dealing with a superb individual. Not because he tried to be, because he just IS.
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He was the type of Man you felt compelled to seek approval from and when you could make him laugh it made you feel good about yourself. I learned a little about his story over a few rounds of golf, and he became a great mentor over the short time he was in my life. I still have the old-school pull cart he gave me when he upgraded to a better one, and think of him when I’m not hitting my irons well. He gave me the best pointers I’ve ever had, and still rely on them every time I play. I’m honored to have known him, and revere his ethics and wisdom like it was yesterday.
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