Phillip Jonathan Nix

Born on December 10, 1953, in Fort Worth, Texas, Phillip lived a life rooted in faith, hard-work, and an unwavering love for his family. While we grieve his passing, we rejoice knowing that he has received a brand new body and is now fully healed, resting in the presence of his Lord and Savior.

Visitation will be held at Morgan Funeral Chapel on Wednesday January 7, 2026 from 12:00pm until the time of the funeral service at 2:00pm. A private family burial will take place at Altoona-Walnut Grove Cemetery following the service.

He was preceded in death by his grandparents, Clarence and Faye Fulenwider, and Arthur and Verdie Nix; parents Nathan and Barbara Nix.

Phillip was married to Kayron Nix for 49 wonderful years, and their love for one another was evident daily through their faith and unwavering commitment to each other. Kayron was the love of his life and the rock of their family. He was a proud and loving father to Jonathan Nix and DeAnna Nix Hartley, and a cherished father-in-law to Gena Nix. His greatest joy was being “PawPaw” to his grandchildren—Taylor Brooke Nix, Emma Grace Nix, Olivia Jayde Hartley, and Jasper Kade Hartley. He loved spending time with his grandchildren, and those moments together were priceless to him.

Phillip was a graduate of West End High School, class of 1972. He is also survived by his brothers, Mark (Cindy) Nix and David (Ed) Nix; his nephews Joel (Courtney) Nix and Jacob (Ashley) Nix; along with many extended family members and friends who were blessed by his kindness and generosity.

Phillip spent his career working for Daniels, DMI, and David Allen, serving as a superintendent when he retired in 2016. Beginning as an apprentice, he worked his way up through dedication, perseverance, and a strong work ethic, earning respect everywhere he went. His life was a testimony to doing things the right way and giving his best in all he did.

An avid outdoorsman, Phillip loved crappie fishing, whether in tournaments or simply enjoying time on the water with Floyd, Wayne, his son, or anyone willing to join him. Saturdays were special to him—watching Alabama football, surrounded by family and friends, with something always on the grill or in the fryer. He believed life was meant to be shared, and he treasured time spent with those he loved.

Phillip was also a proud part of his son’s coaching staff in his own special way. Each Saturday morning, he would give Jonathan a recap of what the team did well and areas where improvements could be made, offering wisdom, encouragement, and honest insight. And even though his daughter held a degree in nursing, Phillip could be counted on to share his own daily research and lovingly challenge what her degree said—always with a smile and a desire to help. We will all miss being checked on daily and the phone ringing with the question he already knew the answer to: “What are you doing?”—because we all knew he was already tracking us.

Phillip never met a stranger. He had a servant’s heart and genuinely cared about people. He was the kind of man who would give you the shirt off his back without hesitation. His life reflected his faith through action—loving others, helping where needed, and standing firm through every trial.

Though our hearts are broken, we find peace in God’s promise that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. Phillip fought the good fight, finished his race, and kept the faith. His legacy of love, faith, strength, and family will live on through generations to come.