Gregory Andrew Bird
September 10, 1962 ~ February 17, 2026
Born in:
Claremont, NH
Resided in:
New Braunfels, TX
It is with profound sadness and absolutely broken hearts that we share the unexpected passing of Gregory Andrew Bird on Tuesday, February 17, 2026. He passed peacefully in his sleep, leaving behind a family who loved him beyond words.
Born on September 10, 1962, in New Hampshire, Greg later moved to Texas six years ago to be closer to his grandchildren — one of the best decisions he ever made. He shared 40 years of laughter, loyalty, love, and unforgettable memories with his devoted wife, Beth (St. Laurent) Bird. Their marriage was full of humor, playful antagonizing (especially during scary movies), and a bond that was truly unbreakable.
If you knew Greg, you knew he had a HUGE personality. He didn’t just walk into a room — he owned it. He was effortlessly hilarious, the kind of funny that didn’t even try. He made people laugh constantly and loved being the life of the party. His presence was magnetic, and his laugh unforgettable.
He was a proud — and very loud — fan of the Boston Bruins and New England Patriots. Some of our favorite memories are watching games with him while he passionately yelled at the TV (if you know, you know). The neighbors definitely knew.
Above all, Greg loved his family fiercely. He was a proud father to Megan Bird Rouser and often gloated about the fact that they talked six or seven times a day — especially since they had the privilege of working together. He adored his son-in-law, Beonville “Bee” Rouser, and treasured long conversations over bourbon and cigars.
His greatest joy was being “Papa.” He loved mentoring Rae in his beloved sport of ice hockey, cheering on Amiyah and Alexis at soccer games, watching Audrey play basketball, and celebrating Makenzie’s bowling medals. He was endlessly proud of Ashton, Audrey, Alexis, Raelyn, Amiyah, and Makenzie, and nothing made him happier than time spent with his grandchildren.
He is survived by his loving wife, Beth; his daughter, Megan; his son-in-law, Bee; his cherished grandchildren; his brother, Christopher Bird and wife Tracy; along with many nieces, nephews, great nieces and nephews, and countless friends — including the friends who became family (you know who you are).
While our hearts ache, we find comfort in knowing he is reunited with his mom and dad, likely already making them laugh and coming up with new material about all of us.
A Celebration of Life will be held at a later date, and more details will be shared once arrangements are finalized.
Hug your people a little tighter. Greg’s laughter, love, and larger-than-life spirit will live on in all of us. 




I remember attending your wedding as a child, and your beautiful dress! It was a great day, and you and Greg have obviously extended that day to a great life together. I send you many hugs from NH💜.
This truly breaks my heart but i can’t help but laugh when i think of the times I had with him during our aau days. He constantly made us girls laugh. I’ll never forget 5 of us spending our weekends at your house and we all were in that time of the month. Well he yells out “why are tampons everywhere? We just having a big tampon party?” Hahaha Im sending my love and prayers to meg and mama bird as i know he was your world.
He was one of the best, loved his dedication to family. When he moved to be closer to family I was pissed because we lost one of the better umpires. He will be missed by many. God bless
Greg ALWAYS made me laugh on the sidelines of various sporting events that had brought my daughter, Kate, and Megan together. He was a wonderful guy and so easy to talk to! I am very very sad by this news and am sending a big virtual hug to you all.
All the little holiday parties we had with y’all were amazing. We remember the first time meeting him and being unsure about him cause he had No filter why so ever lol but getting to know him and realizing how huge of a heart he had and how loving he was🥺🩷 he will be truly missed by soooo many
I don’t even know where to start here… When we were 20 something’s we had a huge close group of friends and Greg was at the center of that. I’m heartbroken as we all are but Greg wouldn’t want us to be that way ,he would want us to laugh. Shaw’s softball games, gatherings at the Bird household, poker games, P.J.’s Pub, sharing our friendships in each other’s weddings. Greg was one of my groomsmen at my own wedding, in charge of making me relax. My typical Greg moment evolved over time. Several of our friends had weddings at St. Michael’s Church in Exeter and as was customary, bells would ring as part of the ceremony, at which time, Greg would open his suit coat and look inside for the bells. He did this for several of our friend’s weddings and he knew I couldn’t look at him without laughing. One, wedding we were both groomsmen ( Joe and Sherrie Michaud ?) at St. Michael’s Church, and I told him as seriously as I could that he was not to do that while we were up in front of the church as part of the ceremony. Well the bells of course rang, and he stared right at me and slowly opened his tux jacket.. I lost it. That was Greg, he made us all laugh and enjoy life. I love you man!! Until we meet again, my friend….
I’m so sorry for your loss. He’s always with you. Condolences from all of us!! The Willetts 💪❤️😇👏
God be with you and your lovely family.
They say the best go first, and I truly believe that. You had the biggest heart and such a nurturing spirit—you were truly one of a kind. There was never a dull moment when you were around. Honestly, you should have been a stand-up comedian. The things you’d say… no one else could’ve gotten away with them, I swear. You never ceased to amaze me with your humor and the way you owned a room. Life was simply better with you in it.
Thank you for always being so supportive of me, for constantly reminding me how proud you were. That is something I will carry with me forever, because it truly meant the world to me. I’m also so grateful you got to meet Nick and the kids, and that they got to experience you.
You left us far too soon, Uncle Greg. I hope you’re up there with my mommy. Until we all meet again—fly high. 🙏🏼🪽
I am truly sorry and heartbroken for you Beth 💔 I know our loved ones are still close in spirit, literally. He’s in a beautiful place of total love, and I hope that knowing gives you some comfort.
Peace to you all during this sad, sad time. ✨🙏✨
I know Greg through Beth. The pictures of smiles, silliness, and love pouring from each. I loved Greg for how he loved Beth in just the ways she needed and did the same for the family they created.
I am so incredibly shocked and so very very sorry to hear about the passing of Greg. I worked with Beth a long time ago and was honored to know Greg then and remember their beautiful wedding and what an amazing man he was and what a fabulous couple they will always be. My heart breaks for you all. Sending many prayers and praying for you all.
Summer time boat excursions-tubing and him making it an absolute goal to flip us off the tubes😂 truly the funniest dad I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing🩷🕊️
He was the best neighbor I could’ve ever asked for. Growing up with him and your family will always be my favorite memory of the old neighborhood. He was another dad to me and I’ll love him always for that. I’m so thankful to have grown up with such an amazing group of people always cheering me on, especially at field hockey games. Sending my love.
Greggy-
In the time since you’ve passed, I’ve been flooded with so many memories. My heart has been broken and heavy, but somehow I find myself smiling every time you come to mind because you were light, happiness, and laughter in human form.
There are so many good memories, but just to name a few of my favorites:
• Portsmouth bar crawls and rum buckets
• Singing Lose Yourself, Rock Lobster, and Wobble Baby while you dropped us off at the bars
• Fourth of July parties with you on the grill
• Walking in to find you watching Bruins or Red Sox games, swearing at the TV in the basement – a space you always gave up for us without hesitation
• Seeing you behind the backstop at every softball game we played, supporting us and always being our biggest fan ❤️
This loss feels incredibly big, but I know your love and unforgettable sense of humor will live on through Megan and Beth, and in all of us lucky enough to have known you.
Beth and Megan-Thank you for sharing him with us.
Love you always
Steve and Sue Taylor
30 Haven Lane
Exeter, NH 03833
Greg’s favorite song before our Softball games of our Undefeated Season was “Eye of the Tiger!”
Truthfully just too many. He took such good care of my parents when my dad was sick. My mom still raves about his shepherds pie. He would fill their freezer weekly during his chemo treatments. He Caused so much trouble with Bob in the bleachers or sidelines of bball and field hockey games for years. Also the invention of “release the hounds” field hockey defense strategy IYKYK
Love you big bird and family. I know him and Bob are causing trouble up there together
We have all lost an amazing man. Beth a Husband, Megan & Bee a father, Chris a Brother.
For the Dickey family, we lost a Best Friend. A true one of a kind, funny as hell, unapologetic great guy. Greg could offend every group equally and still make you feel like family. If you survived your first meeting with Greg (Wendi) and came back a second time, you were rewarded with more jokes at your expense. You were now welcome to the family.
If you never came back for that second visit, that’s a you problem!You missed out on being able to talk with an amazing man who would talk to you about your life’s problems, give you solid advice and still crack a joke at the end of it. Greg was generous with his time by cooking you the best meal with his smoker or grill, making an awesome stiff drink in a Buc-ee’s yeti, and always picking you up from the airport. He was the absolute definition of a man. He was a provider, protector, and a dear friend. However, the one thing Greg wasn’t was a handy man!
All of us will miss him immensely, but he can never leave our hearts if we keep talking about him and sharing stories. Oh the stories we have and will tell!! Over a drink of course.
-The Franklins
Yes, you were hilarious with your jokes & Bill Murray Caddyshack impression of, “well at least I have that going for me!”
I, however, loved our candid heart to heart chats-about life, experiences, hurts, loves & lost. You had incredible insight that you gently shared without judging. This impacted me.
You have been a constant in my life-so many fun times we have shared! From the blind date, to many celebrations, sadness & everything in between! I loved seeing the Oscar winning movie 80 for Brady with you & Beth. You had that tough talk with me about are you a Brady fan or a Patriots fan? Well, I believe we all know that answer! But YOU were the one strong enough to ask me…
So many memories & experiences we have shared! NH-camping, Club Casino, concerts, beaches, lake life & sports! TN-Dollywood, Graceland, Grand Old Opry & car breaking down heading to airport! VIVA LAS VEGAS-Titus villa living, breakfast buffet-the meats, Pats game poolside & Piff show! MO-football game, attending hockey Bruins vs Blues, Fast Eddies & bbq with alcoholic shakes! Plus escape room-we rocked it! TX-poolside chats, delicious food & cocktails, goat bar (again back to Tom!) & having a house full of family & fun!
I know without a doubt your legacy will live on with the love of your life Beth, your beautiful daughter Megan & those fabulous grandchildren!
I love you, I already miss you & every-time I make stuffed shells-I will think of you with so much love!
Back in junior high, Greg invited me to a Thanksgiving morning tackle football game at Phillips Exeter against him and his old friends from high school. On the first play, I lined up at wide receiver and Greg shouts out, “I’m covering this kid,” referring to me. For some context, I was actively playing football for Exeter’s middle-school team and looking around it appeared pretty much all of the other guys on the field hadn’t played in years. So, I shook my head at Greg and replied, “I’m going to smoke you.” He says back, something along the lines of, “Alright, lets go!” very confidently. As the ball was snapped, I bolted forward. I was thinking, this will be easy if I just run as fast as I can past him — but only three strides in, Greg dove at my feet, stopping me short and I face-planted into the turf. For the rest of the game, he didn’t cover me again — he just wanted to get that in. Probably had it planned for weeks.
During my early college days in Tennessee, I was lucky enough to have lived with Beth, Greg, and Megan. One day, Greg took me out to lunch at Pizza Hut. After finishing, as we were packing up our leftovers, Greg casually mentioned he’d always wanted one of their spatulas for cooking at home—and promptly slipped one into our to-go box. He headed up to the register to pay, leaving the box for me to grab. As I headed to meet him, I noticed the cashier was the manager. Just as he was saying, “I hope y’all enjoyed your piz…”, Greg looked at me with a perfectly straight face and said in a disgusted voice, “I can’t believe you’re going to walk out of here with their spatula in that box.” I just put the box down and walked towards the exit.
The only time I’ve ever seen Greg speechless — the 2011 annual “bird” super bowl party in Laconia. At the time the big scandal at Penn State University was all over the news and on the radio as we made the trip up from southern NH. As we arrive, my son, Tobey hops out of the car and does his typical entrance by sprinting through the kitchen filled with at least a dozen people, including Greg, who was cooking several different dishes on the stove, with a spatula in hand. Tobey runs up beside Greg, Greg hits Tobey on the butt with his spatula. Tobey stops immediately, points at Greg and shouts “Easy Sandusky”! (Iykyk)…
I could go on and on, so many things, these three moments just come to mind first. I am sincerely and deeply sorry for your loss, Beth, Megan and Chris. And anyone else who was close with Greg.
Beth and Megan, Rick and I are so very sorry to hear of the loss of your wonderful, funny, and genuine loved one.
It’s been a long time since we saw Greg, but his laughter and sense of humor will always be remembered. He and your family were such a big part of Abby’s growing up, and we are forever grateful for the love and support he showed her. It was also quite a hoot being in the stands watching the girls play and hearing his “cheering”. Take care and hold each other tight.
Love,
Judy and Rick
Greg and I were born 368 days apart, me being older. We were a great goalie tandem for the Blue Hawks. We played Kitty (Bid) Whist every chance we got during free periods in school. We were temporary roommates when his parents let me stay at their home after I was kicked out of my house (I wasn’t always an angel!). We were golfing buddies along with Mark Coutts, Charlie Coffey and others. He often made fun of, and gave a somewhat believable accounting for, his split face (IYKYK)! But the really good times after we had both graduated HS were the Shaws-gang parties where Greg and I would lead the ensemble in singing along to Freaker’s Ball by Dr. Hook and The Medicine Show!
I must also say that I had a front row seat, along with one of Beth’s BFFs Linda Coffey (St. Amour), to Greg’s unrelenting, and finally successful, attempts at getting Beth to be his GF!!! Fantastic memories of a great guy that I had unfortunately never been able to connect with after I joined the Navy. But much of my storytelling included some antic or adventure with Greg! I am very glad to have known him and call him my friend!
Uncle Greg’s been a huge part of my life since the late 90s, starting with the half-year he crashed with us (me and my husband Derek) while house hunting in Laconia. I’ll never forget the time Beth, Greg and Derek brought me along with them to what was my first Patriots game. Greg went all out with the tailgating: a full breakfast feast before the game — followed by legendary Steak-umm and cheese subs after the game. The food was amazing, and the game wasn’t half bad, either. I wasn’t much of a sports fan before meeting Derek, but between Derek and Greg, I never stood a chance — their passion was so contagious I’m happily ‘infected’.
Beyond his legendary cooking, it was Greg’s sense of humor that truly made people gravitate to him; he always knew exactly how to get the whole group laughing. His wit and enthusiasm was admired by many, but never replicated, he had a way about him only he could pull off. For instance, Derek asked Greg to be his best man at our wedding … as the guests — including my grandparents and extended family who had never had the pleasure of meeting Greg — settled in for the toasts after the service, he stood up, tapped the microphone, and announced ‘It’s a huge surprise to us all that Derek married Mandie,’ … ‘We all thought he was gay.’ While Derek’s family and friends erupted in laughter, mine sat in a wave of hushed confusion until the rest of his hilarious toast won them over. Greg had a rare gift cutting through the tension with perfectly timed levity.
He was deeply loved by all of us. His larger-than-life personality made every memory brighter, and brought a lot of joy and laughter to our lives. Uncle Greg (aka Spice World) I will miss you beyond measure, Mandie (aka Mandie Spice)