Bobby J. Sisemore (Plainview)

Bobby J. Sisemore, 85 of Kress passed away on Friday November 25, 2022. Funeral services will be held at 10:00 A.M. Wednesday, November 30, 2022 at First Baptist Church in Kress, Texas. Interment will follow in Kress Cemetery under the care of Kornerstone Funeral Directors of Plainview. Visitation will be held from 6-8 P.M. on Tuesday, November 29, 2022 at the funeral home. Bobby was born on March 11, 1937 in Wellington, Texas to Henry Wallace & Mary Viola (Barron) Sisemore. He married Betty Sue Clark on July 21, 1957 in Mayfield, Texas. He graduated from Hale Center High School in 1955 and served in the Army reserve for seven years. Bobby was a member of the Kress Baptist Church and lead music, intermittently for over 30 years. He participated in Gideon's ministry, served on the Kress School Board for 9 years and was active with National Farm Life Insurance for 35 years. Bobby farmed for over 45 years where many memories were made with his family. We commonly know him for his striking grey hair and pearly white smile. Oh, but what an abundance of life that happened before the gray hair showed up. A life we are all here to celebrate and remember. Good smelling cologne and smooth opening lines were his gesture. Loving on family and cunning jokes were his nature. Bobby was one to embrace others and make friends with strangers. He had a way of making people seen. Anyone who met him in the Furr’s line knows this to be true. He had qualities that none of us can deny. Stubborn, hard-working, passionate, loving, ornery, and forgiving are a few characteristics that those who loved him most remember him for. The same characteristics that drove him to be the wonderful dad and “Grandaddy “ that he was. He could rattle anyone and calm them in the same breath. He could draw a heart-felt cackle and a meaningful punch to the shoulder within seconds. He was something to reckon with. He knew it, too. His smirk said it all. He, apparently, has some great songs running around. He loved a good melody, Hymns were his song. He loved Jesus and singing was his passionate way of sharing Jesus’ love with everyone. Bobby had a voice that carried and echoed so beautifully. Many of us can most likely very vividly hear his voice directing “How Great Thou Art”, with his shaded bifocals on. Now you can see it too. The way he constructed with his hard-earned, crooked finger was special. His trademark. But it wasn’t just his trademark. It was Jesus through him. Often times, he would include his grandkids in his singing by handing them their own microphone as he played his guitar and thumbed through music, risking them singing off-tune. He cared more about the memory than the perfect tune. If you couldn’t, before, you can all see it now. He loved his family. It would be easy to conclude with that, but there’s an interesting tie to everything that we mentioned above. Fruit. His life came with many sources of fruit. Let’s start with family. It wasn’t perfect, but it was beautiful. Beautifully imperfect. Beautiful, nonetheless. John 15:5 I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. If you knew Grandaddy, you already have a picture in your mind of the fruit bore from being around him. Now you’re chuckling. Goodness, he was ornery, but sometimes the lumpy fruit taste better than the perfect fruit. Family is an act of love. Love that surpasses yourself. Self-surrender and self-challenge. Love that requires less of yourself and more of God. Bobby was always up to a challenge, even when the challenge looked him square in the face. Especially when it did, to be honest. Family wasn’t the exception. He showed up with the coordinating cap and jacket, and a stadium seat, to boot… or to cushion. The farm showed his passion. The care that comes with nurturing a crop, in the uncertain wild, to harvesting what came out of the ground, whether in surplus or lacking, was an act of faith. He had faith. Showing up for sporting events came easy to Bobby. You could see his pearly grin with his stadium seat, guiding his bride up the bleachers, with excitement. He wanted to be there. And, oh, he cheered. We all knew he was there. The post game pat on sweaty backs said more than his words. He was proud, and He was there… always. Let’s tie it all together. Ornery. Committed . Diligent. Loving. Guiding Hand. Nourishing. Fruitful. With the same heart that he loved his family, he sang to the Lord from. With the same lungs that he sang from, he spoke to make friends with. The same personality that he used to make friends with, he bought and sold seed with. With the same seed he bought and sold, fruit was made. The same savior that constructed Bobby’s life just called him home, and what a beautiful homecoming that had to be. “How Great Thou Art”. Not just words of a Hymn we sing, but a way to reflect on Bobby’s life. His accomplishments were not His own. They were are way to bring glory to our Jesus Christ in a way that Bobby Joe Sisemore can also look back and smile upon. He is survived by his wife, Betty Sue Sisemore; one daughter, Lesle Sisemore Carlisle & husband Steve; two sons, R. Dane Sisemore & wife Diana and Raegan Jay Sisemore; one brother, Tommy Ray Sisemore and wife Gayle; one sister, Mary June Stalcup; eight grandchildren and seven great grandchildren; brothers and sisters in law: Bobby and Carolyn Mason and Danny and Vicki Clark, and numerous nieces and nephews. Memorials may be made to First Baptist Church of Kress, Kress Cemetery Association or Gideons International for Bibles.