Obituary for Bobby L Simpson

Bobby L Simpson

Bobby L Simpson

Aug 24th, 1953 - Jan 1st, 2022
Aug 24, 1953
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 12:00 pm
Visitation Location:
Jan 4, 2022 2:00 pm
Survived by:
Wife: Wanda Simpson
Son: Charlie Simpson
Two Grandsons: Chandler Simpson
Zachary 'Pacman' Simpson
Brothers: Charles Simpson and wife Becky
Randy Simpson and wife Janice
Julius Simpson and wife Peggy
Sister: Sheila Caskey
Numerous Nieces and Nephews
Shane Davidson
Danny Bacon
Marty Magee
Harold Henry
Troy Pardue
Gary Sandifer, Jr.
Honorary Pallbearers:
Dakota Ellis
Tyler Roark
Rev. Greg Dunn


Funeral Services for Mr. Bobby L. Simpson, 68, of Downsville, LA, will be held at 2:00 P.M., Tuesday, January 4, 2022, in the chapel of Mulhearn Funeral Home in West Monroe, LA, with Rev. Greg Dunn officiating. Interment will follow in Acree Cemetery in Point, LA. Visitation will be held from 12:00 P.M. until service time on Tuesday.

Mr. Simpson was born August 24, 1953 and passed away January 1, 2022. He was retired after many years of service with the USDA – Wildlife Services Monroe Division.

His priorities were God, family, and work. He enjoyed hunting, fishing, trapping, riding atvs, and anything outdoors. Bobby also enjoyed listening to Joseph Prince, and country music, watching old classic John Wayne movies, the movie story of Jeremiah Johnson which he probably watched 100 times, and yes, of course Yellowstone. Most of all, he loved spending time with his family, they were his whole life.

Memorials may be made to Shriners Hospitals for Children or to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital.

This was spoken at the funeral by Bobby Simpson's 9th grade grandson, Zachary Simpson:
To the man who taught me everything about life and helped me cheat in ever card game there is! My papaw, my hero, my idol!
I’m gonna miss going on four wheeler rides to Andy’s tower until me and bubba fell asleep.
I’m gonna miss running and jumping into your arms after every football or baseball game I played.
I’m gonna miss every John Wayne story you ever told.
I know y’all are up there riding the pecos right now living your best life.
I’m thankful and blessed to call you my papaw and always have been.
I'll love you forever and promise to live out my dream like you always told me I would.
I’ll never forget shooting my first deer with you, out of the window at the house, and the scope cutting my eye!
I’ll never forget the memories in Texas shooting my first buck in the draw stand with you!
I'll never forget hearing you say a cuss word for the first time when I fell off the tractor and you ran me over and then looked down and saw me laughing at Bubba!
I’m gonna miss you asking how the girl situation was and me telling you I had a new one every week!
I’ll never forget shooting my first deer by myself on your stand and you being the first one to show up and giving me the biggest hug like you do every time!
I promise that you will see me in Yankee Stadium looking into the stands from home plate telling you I made it just like you told me I would.
Your name will live on forever, papaw.
I love you. 
One more word before I step away: