Sue B. Gregory

Mrs. Sue Brown Gregory, 62, passed away on Tuesday, August 5, 2025, at her home in Sturgis, MS.                 A memorial service will be held at 10:30 A.M. on Saturday, September 6th, at Gum Branch Baptist Church,   with Rev. Jonathan Peeples officiating. Visitation will be held one hour before the service.

Sue was born on January 30, 1963, in Hardin County, Illinois. She was a graduate of Hardin County High School. She was care giver in home health.

She was preceded in death by her parents, Fredrick and Sarah Mae Walker; a daughter, Saray Brown; and three brothers, Fred Walker, David Walker, and Gary Clevenger.

She is survived by her husband, Tom Gregory of Sturgis; a step-daughter, Krista Kiser of Madison, AL; a step-son, Ryan Gregory of Madison, AL; two sisters, Sherry Walker of Hardin County, IL, Sally Edwards of Tennessee; two brothers, Bruce Walker and John Walker, both of Cave-in Rock, IL; three beloved step grandchildren, who called her “Gammie”; and a nephew she considered a son, Chevas Walker.

Memorials in Sue’s memory may be made to St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital.

To sign the guestbook, please go to www.porterfuneralhome.net.

A tribute written by her good friend, Dave Griswold:

Words. They can approximate, rarely clearly define, sometimes they even obscure. One of the younger ones asked me if I knew her well enough to write something about her and her life and if I would. Told him I would be honored to try, and I am, she was special. Spent some time today thinking about her and her life and realize I can only write about the part I know of. She was one of my wife's lifelong best friends, Teresa could have filled in a lot of my blanks, pretty sure Sue and Christine gave Teresa the nickname "Turtle Jack" she wore so proudly. I met her through some of her family I worked with at the Forest Service, she was from one of the Cave in Rock clans. City folk can't really understand rural extended families in isolated communities, generations of people that know each other in worlds that don't change much, the fierce pride in family that is almost tribal. The protectiveness that creates. Rural folk tell you about their family and they will be proud of their good ones, but they will also be proud of their bad ones in a different way, they will tolerate truths about them and hand them over for justice if deserved but best not talk shit about them or try to screw them over in any way, water not a good comparison, rural blood thicker than tar. City folk don't know much about chickens either and it occurs to me that I'm not going to be able to finish this without mentioning them. I liked Sue from the moment I met her. First thing you'd notice about her was the smile and the laugh, she liked to smile and laugh. You know how in life you meet people that want to be center stage and in the spotlight all the time and how sad that can be? That wasn't Sue. She was the real deal, larger than life in every situation without even trying, and a lot of it was that smile and that laugh that would grab the spotlight and intensify it until you could see how much fun living life can be. And just how big her heart was. That was Sue in her prime when I knew her, she'd light up every room she was in with that joy of living. There's some fancy French phrase for that but now about chickens. I heard another friend that died recently described as "the neighborhood mom", perfect words that clearly defined. Been trying all day to come up with words for Sue Brown Gregory that would describe her best and the best I've come up with so far is "mother hen". In the best of ways, you ever raised chickens you know how they are with their brood. All the cooing and clucking and steering and worrying over them they do, how they constantly watch over them. That fierce pride in their eye as they dare you to mess with them. Sue had a big brood, everyone she knew was under her wings some way or another, she cared about people, and she cared about family most of all. I could see it back then when I first met her, could see it in her posts on here. We live our lives, years go by, people come and go. I married and raised my family, she did the same, eventually moved out of state. I kept up with her through Teresa, learned of her ups and downs, including the tragedy of her daughter that she never really got over. Rare times I'd see her though, there it was, that big smile and laugh, that joy of living. Coupled with that mother hen nervousness, that constant making sure everything was all right with her brood. I've kept up with her on here the last few years since Teresa died, her and her family, called her "one of the good guys" when informed of her death this morning. And she was, going to miss her being over there making the light brighter. And the great little side adventures like waiting in a parking lot to meet a third party like some sort of drug deal, waiting to pick up some frozen oysters that I'm reasonably sure were part of a complex pretty good natured prank she was playing on my wife, was never a dull moment when Sue was involved. Deepest condolences to friends and especially her family, every clan should have an advocate as strong as she was. Fare thee well old friend, rest proud, good job. Good job living, good job caring. Good job taking care of your brood. Written by Dave Griswold.