On Monday December 28, 2015 the world lost a truly amazing and wonderful man. Bobby Nichols was born in Shamrock, on May 5, 1948 to Alma Oree Nichols Isgitt and Noel Loftin Nichols. He was one of eight children born into financial poverty but never poverty of spirit and love. There is no space sufficient to express how vitally important Daddy was to so many people and the senseless act of brutality carried out upon him not only took his life but carved an irreparable abyss into the lives of his family, both blood relatives and the many friends who loved him as if he were their own father. He probably would make a fuss over all the attention given him during this time because his primary concern would be his family. He said, “Just put me in an old pine box, don’t let your mama spend a whole bunch of money. I won’t be here and there are more important things to worry about.” He wasn’t kidding although he would laugh when he said it. Everything he had and everything he did was to better the lives of those he loved. Daddy never asked for anything other than a pack of cigarettes and an energy drink and would make it plain to not buy him anything for Christmas but to spend it on mama instead even though we never listened. He would tell stories of his time in Vietnam where he served in the Military Police and at one time was a part of General Creighton Abrams personal detail. Seth, his oldest grandchild and the light of his life, would listen in awe of Papaw’s time fighting in a war and as children, Daddy would tell me and my sister, Deidre, stories of his childhood that would scare the pants off me until he’d make us laugh at the very next one. After moving to Fort Worth, I would call home everyday, sometimes several times, to talk to Daddy. Because of the evil men do, we have been robbed of ever hearing his sweet voice again in this lifetime, but one day we’ll sit and talk about politics and life again because there will be so much to catch up on. I know right now he’s sitting in Heaven talking to his mama and daddy and siblings and finally getting to play with his first son, Christopher, who was taken from us before he fully came into the world. Daddy married our Mama, Carolyn Renee Raimond on June 2, 1973 after they claimed to go for ice cream. They had their ups and downs as any married couple do but remain married to this day and no one could ever ask for more wonderful and giving parents. They had three children, Christopher Alan Nichols, born on June 19, 1978, and was stillborn. When daddy found that the funeral home would not transport him in his tiny casket, he took Christopher himself to the family plot and gave him a proper burial. Many years passed before their second child, myself, Christian Alexander Nichols, was born on December 2, 1985 and never has there been a closer father and son than the two of us. My sister, Deidre Oree Nichols, was born March 2, 1988 and gave daddy the greatest gift he could have ever received in the form of his three beautiful grandchildren, Seth six years, Emma, 2 years and Shelby 3 months. He often expressed that they were the reason he got up each day and there is nothing on this earth that he would not have done for them. Had it not been for the support of him and Mama, my sister would have been virtually alone in their upbringing. They love their Papaw and it will take much love and devotion on the part of all those who love them to undo the damage wrought by his tragic death. Bobby Nichols is preceded in death by his parents, Alma Oree Is gitt Nichols and N.L. Nichols; brother Eugene Earl Nichols; sisters, Mildred Kendrick and Maggie Campbell and his firstborn, Christoper Alan Nichols. Those left to mourn his passing but to celebrate his life are his wife of 42 years, Carolyn Renee Nichols of Stonewall; son, Christian Alexander Nichols of Fort Worth, Texas; daughter, Deidre Oree Nichols and his three amazing grandchildren, all of Stonewall; niece, Celina Bianco and husband, Shreveport Police Corporal Michael Bianco, of Benton who was more like his daughter and a big sister to Deidre and me; sisters, Martha Ann Jackson and husband, Joel, of Kake, Alaska, Myra Allen of Shreveport, and Mona Robertson and husband, Paul of Tioga; brother, James Nichols and wife, Mary Nichols, of Shreveport and a score of other family and friends who love him and will miss him everyday. The family would like to thank the officers and Sheriff of Desoto Parish for their help in this trying time, the EMS response team that helped daddy on his way to the hospital and the trauma and ICU teams of University Health in their tireless efforts to save him. Although some will send flowers, the family asks that, if you so desire, please give a donation to the charity of your choice in daddy’s name if you would like. Remember also to tell your loved ones how much you love them and do it often because you never truly know what the next moment may bring. Funeral services were held on January 4 at Warren Meadows Funeral Home Chapel. Interment was in the Louisiana Veterans Cemetery in Keithville.
July 16, 2026
