Mr. Floyd Epton's Obituary
Mr. Floyd Epton, 72, of Richardson, TX, died September 21, 2023. He was born December 17, 1950 in Des Moines, IA to Dorothy Jean Shade. He worked for Southwestern Bell (AT&T) for over 30 years until he retired.
On July 4, 1997, he wedded Dianne Tolbert and shared five children, LaShunda Thompson, Brandon Epton, Marcus Foreman, Adam Epton, and Alecia Wilkerson. Floyd loved to barbecue, loved the Kansas City Chiefs, and classic cars. He was an awesome husband, father and grandfather.
During his time of retirement, his greatest joy was spending time and spoiling his grandchildren, playing in a bowling league, and playing pool. Through his sickness and fight he never lost his sarcasm, his love for food (a bag of burgers), his wittiness, and sense of humor.
Preceding him in deaths are his paternal grandparents Mrs. Jimmie Wolfe and Charles Stamps, and his mother Dorothy Jean Shade (Lane), uncle Dave Lane Jr, and aunt Johnnie Mae Humburd (Lane).
With loving memories, he leaves behind, wife Dianne Epton of Richardson, TX of 26 years, three sons; Brandon Epton of Fort Worth, TX; Marcus Foreman of Richardson, TX; Adam Epton of Texas; two daughters, LaShunda Thompson (Patrick) of Crossett, AR; Alecia Wilkerson (Chuck) of Garland, TX; a brother James Thomas Lyles of Des Moines, IA; great cousins Craig Taylor, Laureen Hall, Mary Hall, Sandra Kemp (Hall), cousins Robert Humburd Jr, Pastor Ronald Humburd of Arizona, David Jackson; fifteen grandchildren, Brandi Epton, Brandon Epton Jr, Baeleigh Epton, LaQuisha Scott, LaAmber Thompson, E'Liyah Power, Kynnedy Foreman, Jayden Hayes, Joshua Hayes, Koi Foreman, Kobi Foreman, Korde Foreman, Llondon Wilkerson, Kalei Foreman, Allyn Wilkerson, and great grandchildren Caden Boston, Emerie Scott, D. Epton, and Serenity Epton. A host of nieces and nephews, other relatives and friends.
A Poem from the Family
God saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb. He gently closed those loving eyes and whispered "peace be thine".
The weary hours and days of pain and the sleepless nights are past. The ever patient, worn out frame has found sweet rest at last.
God saw that you were getting weary, so he did what he knew best. He came and stood beside you, and whispered, "come and rest".
You bid no one a farewell, not even a goodbye. You were gone before we knew it, and only God knows why.
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