Troy Ray Bell

Troy was preceded in death by his mother and father, three brothers, and one sister. He is survived by the love of his life, Joyce Bell, his devoted wife of 77 years. Together they built a life rooted in love, loyalty, and family.

He was a fantastic father to his four children and was proudly and lovingly known as “Pop” to his 11 grandchildren and 12 great-grandchildren. If you were family, friend, baby, or animal—you were drawn to Pop.

Troy was a hard worker who spent most of his life in the trucking industry and was a proud member of the Teamsters Union until his retirement. He was a jack-of-all-trades who was always fixing something around the house. He never threw anything away and had coffee cans filled with every nut, screw, and bolt imaginable—because, as Pop knew, you never know when you might need one.

He taught all four of his children how to drive a stick shift, enjoyed playing Mexican Train and Chicken Foot with his wife and the grandchildren, and could often be found tending to his garden and his prized lemon tree. His favorite spot was in the backyard, watching the hummingbirds while enjoying a smoke.

Pop was a man of few words but a great storyteller. He never had a harsh word for anyone, never passed judgment, and never said no when someone asked for help. He started every morning with the words “Morning, Love” and a cup of coffee.

He wore suspenders with every outfit, had a deep appreciation for peanut butter, carrot cake, Vienna sausages, Corn Flakes, peanuts, and Donna’s biscuits and gravy. He enjoyed gold panning at the Feather River, watching spaghetti westerns, and winning at the casinos.

Troy lived a life defined by kindness, quiet strength, and unwavering love for his family. He leaves behind a legacy of generosity, humility, and a reminder that the best lives are often the simplest ones—lived with love, purpose, and a good cup of coffee.

He will be deeply missed and forever cherished.