Papa-Obit

IN LOVING MEMORY

Robert L. Turner Jr. October 18, 1960 - June 22, 2025

ORDER OF SERVICE PROCESSIONAL SCRIPTURE - OLD & NEW TESTAMENT OPENING PRAYER WORDS OF COMFORT SONG

EULOGY REV. WALKER CROWNING GOLDEN GATE RECESSIONAL FINAL VIEWING

HONORARY PALLBEARERS JOE TURNER BRIAN TURNER MICHAEL TURNER ROBERT CLARK DAQAUAVION ROUNDTREE DE’ANGELO ROUNDTREE DEANGELO WILSON CARLLEON WILSON JEVONTE CORTEZ KING CROSS

KING CROSS JR. KEITH TONEY RAMON BROWN

ROBERT K. TURNER TOI’CEAN SIMMONS

JORDAN WESLEY TEVON CORTEZ

THE LIFE & LEGACY OF Robert L. Turner Jr. Robert (Bo) L. Turner Jr. was born on October 18, 1960, in West Dallas, Texas, to Gwendolyn Turner and Robert L. Turner, Sr. He was the oldest of the boys in a close-knit family of nine children — where love, resilience, and deep family bonds shaped his life from the very beginning. As a young boy, Robert found joy and purpose at the West Dallas Boys Club, where he met his lifelong mentor, King Cross. It was there that he began to develop the values that would define him: discipline, generosity, and a strong commitment to his community. Bo shared over 43 years of love and partnership with his devoted wife, Wanda Turner. Together, they built a life filled with family, faith, and unwavering dedication to one another as they raised four children. He had a natural gift with his hands and an unmatched mind for mechanics. His career began at Firestone, but through hard work and determination, he went on to establish his own business — R.L. Turner Automotive — which served the Dallas community for over 20 years. More than just a shop, it was a place of trust, mentorship, and neighborhood connection. Robert was not just a business owner, he was a pillar of the community, a man whose master skill set kept people safe on the road. Robert was preceded in death by his nephew Marcus Turner, his beloved son DeAngelo Roundtree, his mother Gwendolyn Turner, and his brother Michael Jimmerson. He leaves behind a legacy of love and strength carried on by his wife, Wanda Turner; his daughters TeMesa Benit (Drew), Diana Cortez(Ricky), and RaShonda Turner(Bryan); his grandchildren: Desiree Lewis, Jordan Wesley, Mikayla Hightower, Desmier Roundtree, Stoni Benit, Miyah Ryder, Daquavion Roundtree, Robert K. Turner, De’Angelo Roundtree Jr., Toi’Cean Simmons, Tevon Cortez, Ja’Vante Cortez, Carlleon Wilson, Deangelo Wilson, and a host of great-grandchildren, nieces and nephews, extended family, and dear friends. He is also survived by his father, Robert L. Turner, Sr., and his siblings: Vernessa Thomas, Sheila Faye Thomas, Linda Turner, Brian Turner, Jackie Turner, Joe Turner, Vickie Turner, Michael Turner, Robert Clark, Melvin Turner, Robert Earl Turner, Rosalyn Glenn, Shelly Black, and Shawn Turner. A proud fan of the San Francisco 49ers — and later the Kansas City Chiefs— Robert brought that same loyalty and passion to everything he did. He was a man of quiet strength, sharp wit, and deep compassion. Whether offering advice, lending a hand, or cracking a joke at just the right time, he left a mark that can never be erased. Robert L. Turner Jr. was the kind of man who showed up — for his family, his community, and his calling. His life was a testament to faith, love, and hard work. Though he has transitioned from this world, the lessons he taught, the love he gave, and the lives he touched will echo for generations. Rest well, Bo. Your legacy rolls on.

It all started with a date — one that turned into a lifetime. I still remember how you came over, and somehow, never left. You moved in, settled into my heart, and we never looked back. For 43 years, we built a life full of love, laughter, children, and memories that even time can’t take away. You were my partner, my friend, my strength — the one who always knew how to make things work, even when things got hard. We raised our babies together, shared count less laughs, and made a home full of joy, even in the ordinary. You loved me through every thing, and I loved you just the same. It hurts to let you go, but I find peace knowing we did this life together — side by side, all the way through. So rest now, baby. I’ll carry your love with me every day... until I see you again. With all my heart, Faye

Dad We’ll always remember that special smile, that caring heart, that warm embrace, you always gave us. You being there for us, through good and bad times, no matter what. We’ll always remember you Dad because it will never be another one to replace you in our hearts,and the love we will always have for you. It’s not goodbye it’s see you later. Love Your Daughter Dianna

Daddy, It’s hard to put into words what you meant to me — you were my heart, my protector, my favorite person in this whole world. My favorite mechanic is gone now… and I still don’t know who’s gonna fix my car with love, care, and just charge me a box of chicken. You never let me down, not once. Whether it was a flat tire or a broken heart, you always knew how to patch it up, make me laugh, and remind me that I was safe because you were always there. You were more than just my daddy, you were my hero. You taught me what real strength looks like, what loyalty feels like, and how to stand tall no matter what life throws my way. I’ll miss your voice, your hugs, and your fussin’ — but most of all, I’ll miss being your baby girl. You raised me with love, and now I’ll carry that love with me forever. Rest easy, Daddy. I know you’re still watching over me, probably shaking your head and saying, “That girl…” — but proud. Love always, Your Ride or Die Rabbit

Daddy, Being the oldest came with a lot, but one thing I never had to question was the love you had for me. It was steady, strong, and unwavering. You didn’t have to love me the way you did, but you chose to, every single day, without hesitation. You were my Daddy in every way that counted — in every lesson, every hug, and every time you showed up without needing to be asked. You protected me, guided me, and loved me as your own, ALWAYS, and Daddy — for that I will be forever grateful. You taught me how to carry myself with pride, how to lead with love, and how to stay strong. I hope I make you proud, because everything I am, everything I’ve become, has a piece of you in it. I’ll miss your laugh, your tough talks, and even you reminding me that I was the bossy oldest one. Thank you for being mine. I love you forever, Daddy. Love always, Mesa

To our Papa, our giant, our hero, our king, The man who could fix anything — car, toy, or swing. You had hands like magic, and a heart made of gold, A laugh that could warm us, a soul strong and bold. You taught us to hustle, to love, and to fight, And that some things can’t be fixed unless you do it right. We’d sit in your lap or ride shotgun with pride, Knowing with Papa, we were always on the right side. You didn’t need capes or to fly through the skies, You had power in presence and truth in your eyes. And while you’d act tough when we’d ask for a snack, You’d cave in quick — “Go on now, y’all bring me one back.” You loved with your actions, your wisdom ran deep, And though you’re not here, your lessons we’ll keep. You made us feel special, like stars in your sky, The kind of Papa that legends live by. Now we’ll carry your strength, your charm and your way, From our hearts to the heavens, every single day. And though we’re still growing, we’ll never outgrow, The love of our Papa — the realest we know. We love you forever, now rest and be free, From all of your grandkids — your beautiful legacy.

Papa, You didn’t just raise me , you shaped me. You gave me your name, your time, your wisdom, and more love than I could ever measure. Ever since I can remeber, you always showed up — to every game, every school function, every moment that mattered. I’d look up in the stands and there you were, steady as ever, making sure I knew someone was rooting for me. You weren’t just my Papa, you were my protector and my hero. I will forever cherish our jokes, the debates, and watching the game side by side. Every time I put on a fit, it will forever remind of the dressing competitions. You’d come out clean, look me up and down, and say, “You tried, but I still got you beat.” And most of the time? You did. We shared more than a name, we shared a bond that most people only dream of. While I’ll miss our banter and the trash talk, I’m mostly just thankful. Thankful you raised me, stood by me, and loved me unconditionally. You showed me how to be a man without ever needing to say much, just by being you. I love you, Papa. And every time I lace up, suit up, or speak up — I’ll carry you with me. Forever your boy, Robert

To the man who raised me, my role model, my support system, my twin, my Papa, my very best friend… I don’t have the words to truly express what it means to lose you. I’m still trying to wake up from what feels like a bad dream. I never imagined I’d be writing this, not so soon. But even in this heart break, I am reminded of how blessed I was to have had a Papa like you. You gave me a life many kids only dream of. You poured your heart, your time, your energy, and your love into raising me. You reminded me often how blessed I was, but the truth is, I was most blessed because I had you. As a little boy, all I ever wanted was to be by your side. Whether it was at the shop, at home in the yard, or out in the world; if you were there, that’s where I wanted to be. You were my safe place, my motivation, and my biggest cheerleader. You believed in every dream I had, no matter how big, and you never missed a moment to show up for me, especially when I needed you most. And when I fell, you didn’t hesitate to help me back up, reminding me that I was never alone and I always had my Papa if nobody else. One of my favorite memories will always be the night you drove all the way to Prairie View after a long day at work, just to see me in my pageant. You sat there, smiling from ear to ear as I was crowned king. That smile was worth more to me than any buckle, ribbon, trophy, check, or crown I’ve ever earned. That smile was everything. I lived to make you proud, and you never let a day pass without telling me how proud you were. Your faith was so strong, your love was pure, and your heart was made of gold. You were my real-life superhero. I know you were looking forward to seeing me walk across that stage and accept my degree. And even though you won’t be sitting in the crowd, I know you’ll still be there, watching from above, just like you were at every rodeo, every Friday night game, every livestock show, every competition, every award ceremony, and every pageant. Papa, there aren’t enough hours in a day, or days in a lifetime, to tell all the stories, relive all the laughs, or cherish all the memories we made together. This world feels different without you in it. I’ve lost my biggest cheerleader, my foundation, my best friend, and most of all my superhero. Thank you for everything. For loving me unconditionally. For raising me. For making me the man I am today. Forever your twin, Toi’Cean J. Simmons

We grew up side by side, through sunshine and rain, through laughter, through lessons, through fights, and this thing called life. You were our heart, Always with jokes in your pocket and ready to lend a helping hand. We shared hand-me-downs and stories too wild. You carried our family with shoulders so wide, Always showing up, never once did you hide. You gave with your hands, but more with your heart, You stood in the gaps, always doing your part. We teased, we fought, we laughed ‘til we cried, But through it all, you were right by our side. Now the room feels quieter, the days not as bright, But your memory shines like the soft morning light. We’ll hold onto the moments, the love, and the grace, Until we meet again — in a warmer, kinder place. With love always, Your brothers and sisters

Experiencing the death of a loved one is never the right time for those left behind, but it’s per fect timing for the loved one called to glory. Bo was a part of our family from being a kid and youngster at the West Dallas Boys Club to becoming a family man, and entrepreneur. He has a special place in my heart. I was so proud of him. I will miss our talks at the shop and his calls just to check in on me. This is a major loss, but I know the Lord makes no mistakes and all things work for the good for those who love the Lord. Bo’s task on earth was completed and it was time for him to go. We can honor him by loving each other. A family that prays together stays together. Faye

and family, we love you. King Cross and Family

Acknowledgement A most heartfelt thank you and appreciation for your expression of love and support during our time of bereavement. Your comforting words, kind gestures, and presence have been a great source of strength for us.

To all who sent flowers, cards and messages of condolence, or who attended the service, we are profoundly grateful. Your thoughtfulness and compassion have brought us much comfort and peace. Thank you so much for being there for us, and for honoring the memory of Bo. Your support means more to us than words can express. Special Thanks to Joe and Jean Turner, The L.G. Pinkston Class of ‘78, Ramon Brown, Keith Toney, The Cross Family, Robert Turner Sr., Shawn Turner, Michael Turner, The #1 Stunna Motorcycle Club, The Brown Family, and Dockery Tony.We are especially grateful to those who helped lighten the load and made it possible for us to honor Robert’s life just as he deserved. With dignity, love, and unity! With heartfelt appreciation & love, The Turner Family

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