Barry Ivan Rosen
age 90, of Chesterfield, Missouri, passed away peacefully on October 8, 2026.
Born in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 18, 1936, Barry was the proud oldest child of Louis and Bertha Rosen. Growing up, he embraced his role as a protective and caring big brother to his four younger siblings. As an adult, Barry spent many dedicated years working hard as a delivery driver for Hostess, bringing a little sweetness to everyone on his route.
Barry lived his life by the Golden Rule. He truly never met a stranger, and anyone fortunate enough to cross his path quickly became a part of his extended family. He was a deeply devoted and active member of Fee Fee Baptist Church, where he served faithfully as a deacon and usher for many years, sharing his warmth and faith with the congregation.
At the heart of Barry’s life was his family. His love story began in middle school when he met the love of his life, Patricia. Together, they shared 71 beautiful, happy years of marriage, building a legacy of unconditional love and celebration. To his family, he was the ultimate protector, provider, and cheerleader. He will be deeply missed as the cherished “Poppie,” remembered fondly for his famous “Poppie Packages,” his delightfully silly gifts, and his boundless, overflowing affection.
Barry was preceded in death by his beloved parents, Louis and Bertha Rosen, and his brother, Sammy Rosen.
He leaves behind a vast and loving family to honor his memory, including his devoted wife, Patricia Rosen; his four children, Deborah (Frank) Risalvato, Douglas Rosen, Daniel (Jill) Rosen, and Edward (Stephanie) Rosen; his nine grandchildren, Kristin (Jacob) Turner, Frank (Jacquline) Risalvato, Kaylee (Scott) Kisling, Rebecca (Kent) Bordelon, Nick (Emily) Rosen, Jake Rosen, Jenna Rosen, Teddy Rosen, and Maddie Rosen; and his ten precious great-grandchildren, Hadley, Colby, Parker, Peyton, Nash, Jace, Tate, Carson, Carolina, and Porter. He is also survived by his loving siblings, Elaine Nieberg, Alan (Linda) Rosen, and Charlene (Ronnie) Zimmerman, along with many extended family members and friends who loved him dearly.
Barry’s legacy of kindness, faith, and unconditional love will live on forever in the hearts of his family and everyone who knew him. Rest in peace, Poppie.
Pat, and family you are in my thoughts and prayers.
Barry was one of a kind.
I knew Barry (and Pat) from our monthly Mall Walkers/Birthday group.
Barry always seemed to take devilish delight in creating birthday cards for the people in our group…especially by using the most unflattering picture he could find of the birthday recipient. He loved playing around with different effects on his tablet to in order achieve these outlandish results. He loved nothing more then to snap a picture of us at birthday group when we were least expecting it. These were the pictures he’d then use to create our birthday cards. Needless to say, we did not always look our best.
He was a sweet and funny person who truly loved his family.
Rest in peace, Barry. You will be missed.
This is Pop’s favorite and only son in law.
After dating his beautiful, gracious, enchanting, intelligent, hard-working, ambitious, daughter, who had it all together the likes of which I never saw in any other woman before … We decided it was time for me to meet her parents.
Back then I wore only white starched, pressed shirts and ties. Which is how I was taught to dress for the office. As it got later in the afternoon on the day I was to meet her parents, I was working with a yellow highlighter. I was flicking it back and forth rapidly between my two fingers. I didn’t realize it at the time but it must have been a touch of nervousness coming through. I had never done that before.
That evening we met for dinner. I was introduced, first to her mom, then her dad, Barry. As we shook hands and sat down, one of the first question Barry asked me “Why are there yellow spots all over your shirt?”
What a great introduction. Continued our dinner and conversation with my now yellow-spotted shirt.
Turns out there was no need to get nervous – Barry and Pat were the most down to earth, approachable people I ever met.
We made it a point, despite being in different states, to always respect our children’s grandparents on both sides and either took our kids to St. Louis a minimum of once or more yearly, or flew their St. Louis grandparents, Pat and Barry, to spend time in our home.
I also never had one cross word with Barry. But we did have some casual pranks here and there.
Like the time he helped me lift a very heavy wide mower into the van, to bring it to the shop.
On the way driving he asked “How do you normally lift that mower by yourself?”
I told him “I let your daughter do it. She’s much stronger than me!”
Nothing but fond memories. Good times. Lots of laughs – He had a great sense of humor too.
Thanks for the memory Pops –