Philip Michael Wigal was born February 26, 1987, in Parkersburg, West Virginia, to Michael and Kathy Wigal. The family moved to West Salem, Ohio when Philip was three years old. Phil attended Northwestern local schools until he graduated in 2006. Growing up, Phil was a country boy at heart with dreams of being Garth Brooks and a bull rider like Lane Frost! Phil was very athletic and loved most sports but focused on football and basketball in high school.

After high school he volunteered on the Town and Country Fire Department in West Salem before he became a full-time firefighter and advanced EMT. He was a member of the Town and Country Fire District for 16 years, where he was an inspector, EMS instructor, and president of the Town and Country Fire Association. Phil also worked part-time on the Lodi and Canaan Fire Departments. He attended church at Wooster Nazarene, where he served on the safety team. Phil loved the Lord and was devoted to being a godly husband and father. He also loved deer hunting.

Phil was a friend to everyone and would light up the room with his smile. He had a big heart and a great passion for helping people in the community. Phil loved being with his family and was a great father to his two sweet girls, Gracelynn and Gwendelynn. Phil was also a wonderful husband. On October 2, 2021, he married Lindsey (Arnold) Wigal, who he loved and cherished very much. Every time he talked about her, he had the biggest smile on his face.

Phil also leaves behind a brother, Matt, his wife, Dana Wigal, and their four girls. He was the best uncle, and his nieces and nephews miss his fun-loving spirit.

Phil was a big fan of country music, whether going to concerts or blaring it in his truck and always singing along! He claimed to be the best car dancer, and when his girls needed a good laugh, he would even pull out the infamous Mickey Mouse hot dog dance! Phil gave the best hugs and would not let a day go by without snuggling those he loved.

Our family will never quite be the same without him, and we look forward to the day when we see him again. Until then, we know he rests in perfect hands.