Phillip Robertson Jr, a longtime resident of Los Angeles, California, born in Lake Charles, Louisiana on March 19,1940 entered eternal life on January 31, 2017. Phillip Robertson was born on March 19, 1940 to Phillip Robertson, Sr. and Mamie Broussard Robertson of Lake Charles, Louisiana, both of whom preceded him in death, and one sister, Beatrice Lagrange of Lake Chares, who preceded them in death. Phillip leaves to cherish in memory, his wife of 33 years, Shirley August Robertson, one son, Eric August / Bridgette of Altadena, California; two daughters, Vanessa Jacot / Sean of Las Vegas, Nevada and Jennifer Lambert Williams of Lake Charles, Louisiana; brother Frankie Robertson and sister Elizabeth Heckard / Archie of Lake
Charles, Louisiana; sister Diane Shobe / Willis, brothers Ronald Robertson / Dorey and Michael Robertson of
California; six grandchildren, seven great grandchildren, one niece, Mary January of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, her daughter Marzetta Howell, and a host of nephews, relatives and friends.

Phillip Robertson attended Washington High School in Lake Charles and from there went on to Southern University in Baton Rouge, Louisiana where he was a world class sprinter in the 100 and 200 meters.
After departing Southern University, he moved to Los Angeles, California and resided in Altadena, California.
Phillip worked extensively in theatre, commercial voice over, and did print work for a variety of agencies. From 1974 thru 2008, Phillip worked at KABC (3 years) before joining KTLA where he worked 34 years as a video tape engineer. He retired in 2008. Phillip was well respected and loved by the KTLA family. In his retirement, he took on golfing and won numerous awards. Phillip and Shirley traveled extensively around the United States and abroad during the 33 years of their marriage. Life is but a stopping place, a pause in what is to be, a resting place along the road to sweet eternity. We all have different journeys, different paths along the way. We are all meant to learn something, never meant to stay. Phillip: God looked around his garden and found an empty place. He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face. He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest. God’s garden must be beautiful, he always takes the best. He saw the road was getting rough, and the hills were hard to climb, so he closed your weary eyelids and whispered: “Peace be thine.” It broke our hearts to lose you but you did not go alone. A part of us went with you the day God called you home.

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