Roy L Briggs

Roy L. Briggs Sr was born August 3rd, 1940 to Roosevelt and Betty in Areola, Mississippi.
Roy worked as a butcher, later at Lock Aircraft and eventually starting his own construction business. He enjoyed dancing, music, a good beer and providing for his family.
Roy was preceded in death by (his sons and daughter) Ricky Briggs. Carol (Niecy) Briggs, Albert Briggs, (Parents) Roosevelt and Betty Briggs. (Wife) Evelyn Briggs. (Sister and brother) Ethel Briggs Burke, Margaret Briggs Pickett, Willie Briggs Sr, and Shirly Mae Briggs-Oliver
Roy leaves to cherish his memories (sons) Roy L Briggs Jr, Raymond Briggs, Jeffery Walls and Gerald "Donnie" Walls (Brenda) all of Los Angeles, CA. Sister Betty Ann Kincade (Robert) Fontana, CA. Sister in law Gloria Briggs of Georgia, Daughter -in- law Patricia A. Briggs (NC) grandson Amos Roosevelt Briggs (Rancho CA.) Mr. Maurice Wade Brooks (Los Angeles) a very dear friend to the end, a host of grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and other relatives and friends.
To my Father "POPS"
I always truly miss you. I simply wanted to be you. I wanted to be fast like you, smooth like you. Wanted to walk and talk like you. I wanted to box like you, dance like you and always have it like you.
As a kid I had any and everything I ever wanted. Had two rooms, one was just a playroom just for my toys. I received at least five bikes a year. When I was little my Pops spoiled me beyond belief. My father was a renaissance man. He always had a hustle and didn't believe in not having any food in the refrigerator. Always had food, always had a car since 17.
My Pops was the definition of "if there's a will, there's a way". I was blessed to have Pops for 85 years strong,. He gave advice, lessons and examples of what a man should be. I simply try to live up to what he believed i.
Being strong, take care of home and provide for your family.
Love you, Roy L. Jr AKA Tootie
In the Quiet of Your Love In the hush between the morning light, I feel your warmth, still holding tight, Your voice now lives in whispered air, A steady guide, forever there, You taught me strength without a shout, The kind that lifts, when hope runs out. Your laughter lingers, soft and true, A melody the heart still knew. Though time had drawn its final line, Your love remains, a steady sign. And in each step, I'll walk with you In skies of gray, in skies of blue. Rest now, Pops, your work is done, Your light still shines n everyone. or love like yours will never fade, It blooms in all the lives you made. - unknown ' 2025