Mrs. Roberta Tribble

Roberta Tribble was born on November 20, 1950, in Monroe, LA. She was a woman who left a lasting impression on everyone she encountered. From the moment you met her, you knew she was someone special. She didn’t always need words; her facial expressions alone could tell you exactly what she was thinking. With just a brief interaction, she could read the kind of person you were and understand your heart.

She knew when you weren’t okay, even when you insisted you were fine. Roberta would give you the shirt off her back to make sure you were taken care of. And while she was doing it, she would also give you the business—words you might not have wanted to hear in the moment, but words of wisdom that needed to be spoken to help guide you through whatever you were facing. Sometimes, just being in her presence brought peace—a reassurance that everything was going to be alright.

Roberta had a wonderfully weird and random sense of humor. She could find the corniest joke absolutely hilarious. And don’t even get me started on the movies she had you watching—she would laugh so hard that you couldn’t help but laugh too, even while wondering, “Why is this funny to her?” Yet her laughter was contagious, and those moments stay with you.

She also had an incredible eye for design and fashion. You could give her ten dollars, two sticks, and a pack of gum and ask her to decorate your home. A week later, it would look like she spent hundreds—without going a penny over what you gave her.

She loved to shop. In fact, she’s the only person I know who could spend three hours in Walmart and walk out with only two things. Her sense of style was phenomenal. With little to no effort, she could look like a glass of high-end champagne—poised, elegant, and timeless.

To all who were blessed to know her, continue to carry on her positive, nurturing spirit. Remember her as the true example of the Virtuous Woman described in Proverbs 31. And to my family—this is not the end of her story. Scripture reminds us that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.

Roberta was a loving wife, mother, Nana, sister, aunt, and friend. She was preceded in death by her parents Rosie Mae Juanita James and Darnell Haynes, and siblings Melvin Allen, Shirley Ann Allen, and Cleophus Scott. She leaves to cherish and carry on her legacy her devoted husband, Kenneth M. Tribble; children, Kenneth (Kelly) Tribble, Nakuru (Angela) Tribble, and Makisha Tribble; and her treasured grandchildren, Kiana, Jayvier, Jakia, Candyse Rigmaiden, Jasmine, Autumn, Hennessey, Payton, and Sheldun Tribble, Trinity Mathis, and Jalisa Murray.

She is also survived by her loving sisters, Lyndia Thomas and Mary Louise Allen; six great-grandchildren; along with a host of nieces, nephews, extended family and friends.

We can find comfort in knowing she is no longer in pain and that she’s still watching over us from above—still having our backs, just in a different way.

Love,

Kisha