Robert Edwin Morris

Robert Edwin Morris, 92, of Carthage, North Carolina, passed away peacefully on June 14, 2025. He was born on July 28, 1932, in Norfolk, Virginia, to William Robert Morris and Mathelda Sarah Keel Morris.

Bob graduated from Reidsville High School in 1950 and proudly served his country in the United States Air Force during the Korean War. Following his military service, he attended the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, where he earned a Bachelor of Science in Business Administration in 1959. At Carolina, he lettered in soccer and remained a passionate fan of all Tar Heel sports throughout his life, with a special love for basketball.

On June 4, 1960, Bob married his sweetheart, Hilda Emra Cagle Morris, beginning a loving partnership that lasted 57 years until her passing. Bob built his career at Union Carbide in Charleston, West Virginia, where he worked until his retirement.

Bob was a devoted family man who found great joy in horticulture. He took immense pride in his yard and garden and had a deep love for all creatures great and small. His green thumb and caring nature were evident to all who knew him.

He was preceded in death by his parents and his beloved wife of 57 years, Hilda.

Bob is survived by his son Thomas (Lisa) Morris and his daughter Keel (Jeff) Godwin; his cherished grandchildren Will (Jocelyn Mendez) Morris, Kate (Shane) Medlin, and Jonah Morris Godwin.

A Graveside service, with Military Honors, will be 11 AM, Wednesday, June, 18, 2024 at Cross Hill Cemetery, with Reverend Rhonda Campbell officiating.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to FirstHealth Hospice, 150 Applecross Road, Pinehurst, NC 28374.

Fry and Prickett Funeral Home is honored to serve the Morris Family.

A life well-lived, a legacy of love, and memories that will forever bloom in the hearts of those who knew him.

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

By Mary Elizabeth Frye