Floyd Waymon Posey

Floyd Waymon Posey, 79, passed away suddenly on November 8, 2026, following a long battle with heart disease. Although his heart struggled physically, it was always full of love for his family and friends.

Born July 1, 1947, to Rufus Cavallor Posey and Mary Brindley Johnston, Floyd grew up in a large Southern family with humble beginnings. His childhood was not always easy, but his beloved Aunt Aurilla, known as “Aunt Ril,” took him under her wing and loved him as her own. Floyd considered her his mother, a bond he honored throughout her life with Mother’s Day cards. Her daughter Judy also held an especially treasured place in his heart.

In 1970, at age 23, Floyd was drafted into the United States Army and proudly served his country during the Vietnam War. He often said the military changed his life for the better, providing the discipline, purpose, and belonging he had long searched for. Despite his struggles with dyslexia, he became a proud soldier and Army cook, later receiving an honorable discharge following a knee injury. His military stories, told with his unmistakable Southern drawl and colorful humor, could leave everyone laughing until their cheeks hurt.

Floyd married Brenda Risner in 1967, and together they welcomed their son, Floyd Allan Posey. Although separated for years by life’s circumstances, father and son eventually rebuilt a wonderful relationship.

In 1971, Floyd married Nancy Patton, whom he met in Minnesota while stationed in the Army. Their whirlwind romance continued through Vietnam by exchanging recorded tapes instead of letters. Together they built a life in Michigan, welcoming daughter Theresa Ann and son John Franklin. Nancy played an important role in shaping Floyd into the man and father he became. Floyd retired from Pipefitters Local 636 and was a lifetime member of the Disabled American Veterans.

In 1997, Floyd married his beloved Becky Sue Druckenmiller, gaining two stepsons, Brandon and Doug. Together they built a beautiful life in Alabama, enjoying farming, friendships, and the outdoors. Floyd proudly volunteered with the Pea Ridge Fire Department, joking that he was a “dedicated basement saver.” They later returned to the Traverse City area, where they cared for family and enjoyed their home and property.

Floyd and Becky were more than husband and wife; they were best friends. Their playful bickering could turn into laughter in an instant, and their love gave Floyd the companionship and peace he had searched for throughout his life.

One of Floyd’s greatest joys was being a grandfather. He shared a special bond with Chase, who brought him years of happiness and companionship. On December 2, 2015, Floyd experienced another unforgettable joy with the birth of his first biological grandson, Jack Ryan Posey, son of John and Sarah. Floyd couldn’t get enough of Jack, showering him with kisses, hugs, and his famous repeated words, “Papa’s baby, Papa’s baby, Papa’s baby!” Jack adored his Papa, and Floyd took tremendous pride in watching him grow and knowing another generation of Poseys would carry on the family name.

Floyd loved fishing, traveling, telling stories on the porch, and spending time with those he loved. He was especially proud of the trees he planted and nurtured around his property, speaking fondly of them even on the day he passed.

The family will receive friends on Monday, November 16, 2026 at 10:00 a.m. at Collins-Burke Funeral Home, funeral services will follow at 11:00 a.m. in the Collins-Burke Chapel.  Burial will be at Sardis Cemetery on the Old Tuscaloosa Road.

Floyd is survived by his loving wife, Becky; his children, Floyd Allan (Becky), Theresa (Brian), and John (Sarah); his stepsons, Brandon and Doug; and his treasured grandsons, Chase and Jack.

Floyd knew he wasn’t perfect, but he understood the importance of love, forgiveness, and second chances. The little cotton-topped boy who once struggled to find his place in the world grew into a man who planted roots, built a family, and made sure those he loved knew just how much they meant to him.

He lived a good life, told a great story, and leaves behind a lifetime of love and laughter.