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Wednesday, July 17, 2019

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Bobby Pickett, 77, passed away from death to life on Tuesday, April 16, 2013 at home surrounded by family.

A memorial service and celebration of life will be held at the First Baptist Church of Lockport at 10 a.m. on Friday, April 19.

Those left to cherish his memory are his wife of 53 years, Mary C. Pickett; daughters, Brenda P. Guidry and husband Kerry, Sally P. Cheramie and husband Joseph, Kathy L. Pickett, Connie P. Richmond and husband Greg, Bobbie Jo P. Thibodaux and husband Mitch; 10 grandchildren, 2 step grandchildren, 6 great grandchildren and 4 siblings, Jimmie Pickett of Oklahoma, Shirley P. Owens of Oklahoma, Jerry Pickett of North Carolina and Geniavon Pickett of California.

He was preceded in death by his parents, Dee and Mamie Greer Pickett.

Bobby was born on December 14, 1935 in Pauls Valley, Oklahoma. He served in the United States Air Force from 1953 to 1957.

He has been a resident of South Louisiana since 1957 where he worked as a commercial fisherman until he retired in 2006.

Bobby, aka Paw, Old Buzzard, Papa Bear, Sly Fox, the Sheriff and Poppa Doppla loved his family, a good practical joke and watching UFC fighting with his sons in law and grandsons. He will be greatly missed by his family and friends.

For God has not destined us for wrath, but to obtain salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ who died for us so that whether we are awake or asleep we might live in Him. 1 Thessalonians 5:9-10.

“Miss Me But Let Me Go”

When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me I want no rites in a gloom filled room.

Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little – but not too long and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared.

Miss me but let me go. For this is a journey that we all must take. And each must go alone. It’s all a part of the Master’s Plan, a step on the road home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart go to the friends we know and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.

Miss me – but let me go.