- Obituary for Floyd Bryson Muncy
Floyd Bryson Muncy went home to be with his Lord following a long struggle with cancer on May 31, 2019, at 3:50 PM. Floyd is survived by his wife, Betty Joan Muncy; daughters, Julie Griffin (Tom), Jannet Muncy, Jeana Nieves (Tony),
son; Wes Muncy (Tony); eight grandchildren, Michelle Stevens, Tami Galloway
(Bryson), Cassel Hiles, Crystal Hiles, Megan Nieves, Vincent Nieves (Mikael- Anne), Zachary Nieves, and Noah Nieves; eight great-grandchildren, Bradley Stevens, Aubrey Stevens, Giovanni Tufo, Ty Galloway, Blake Galloway, Asher Nieves, Maverick Hiles and Keziah Nieves; brother, Bob Muncy (Kathy); brother- in-law, Jim Singleton (Fran); sisters-in-law, Lela Singleton and Barbara Muncy; nephews, nieces, and countless friends. Floyd is preceded in death by twin, Lloyd Henry Muncy; parents Bill and Marguerite Muncy; brothers, Roger, Billy and Fred Muncy; and sisters, Inez Baxter, Mildred Plunkett, Norma Brown, and Mary Williamson.
Floyd was born the seventh child of ten and one of a set of twins to William
Henry Muncy and Marguerite Ione Williamson. He began life on a farm in Slidell,
Wise County, Texas on July 9, 1932. He and his family relocated to Fort Worth
during World War II, and he went on to start his own family in the nearby suburb
of Haltom City.
Floyd served as a Master Sergeant and Tank Commander, Company D, 155th Tank Battalion, 49th Armored Division of the Texas National Guard. He worked in the transportation industry, in both operations and sales, for close to 50 years and was a member, board member, and former President of the Transportation Club of Fort Worth. A resident of Haltom City for 65 years, Floyd was a member of the Birdville Church of Christ. He was a beloved coach and mentor for the Haltom City youth baseball and football organizations and served as a Webelos Scout Leader.
A common-sense family man with quiet religious beliefs and hands that could
build anything (a skilled woodworker and craftsman), invent what he needed (he
holds a US patent), and learn what would get him where he was going, Floyd
was always a giver. If you showed up at his door and needed something, he
would give it to you if he had it to give. He gave wisdom. If you asked him what
he needed, his usual response was "a little time and a few kind words."
Floyd wore many hats: the backbone of the family, the diehard friend, the playful
granddaddy. Whether he was wearing his cowboy boots or his tennis shoes, or
if he was teaching his children to hunt, fish, use a jigsaw or to cut up a chicken
for frying, the hats changed: a Stetson for the office, a Mickey Mouse baseball
cap for yard work or cooking Saturday breakfast.
Floyd's marriage to Betty Joan Singleton lasted nearly 67 years. They were only
19 and 20 when they wed on September 12, 1952, in Denton, TX. In a world where quitting is always easier than working hard, they stayed the course. They allowed their children to see their conflicts, and to see them work those out with love and respect. He never made any secret of her beauty and how she caught his eye. She also swooned over his good looks. They could've passed for movie stars in the 1950s when they found each other, and age has been very kind to them. Together, Floyd and Joan lived out God's commandments by caring for the widowed, feeding the hungry, and loving so many. Their Haltom City home served as a place of love and warmth for the hundreds of family members, friends, and others who walked through the door as strangers and walked out feeling as though they were part of the family.
As a father, Floyd worked hard to provide a haven with food, shelter, and comfort for his family. He never missed an opportunity to teach them a lesson about life, and how to not only survive but thrive. He was a constant, stable foundation for their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews and countless friends over the years.
As a grandfather, Floyd was a friend and a partner in crime. He was up for any challenge, and fond of good-natured mischief. Floyd never let his grandchildren want for anything, especially love.
He will be remembered daily in the smell of fresh sawdust, chocolate covered cherries, Halston aftershave, and Fast Orange soap. His grandchildren will cherish the memory of his booming laugh as they tried to toddle around the living room in his well-worn work boots. He will be celebrated with a bowl of banana pudding and black coffee with one spoonful of sugar. He is John Wayne westerns on afternoon TV, dove hunting over Labor Day weekend, and a prayer while holding hands at the dinner table. He is the smell of rain on dry West Texas red dirt and the scent of mimosa blossoms on the wind. He is silly jokes. He is a pair of large hands that are soft and loving, but also work-worn and strong.
He is the man who told his children and grandchildren every time he saw them, "I love you the most."
We love you more.
The family would like to extend a special thank you to Dr. Allen Ohman and his staff, Dr. J. Clif Vestal and his staff, USMD Cancer Center Arlington, and Heart to
Heart Hospice.
Floyd's grandsons, Vincent, Zachary, and Noah Nieves; great-grandsons, Bradley Stevens, and Giovanni Tufo; and grandson-in-law, Bryson Galloway will serve as pallbearers.
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1932 - 2019 (86 years)
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