Arthur Emmett Ricks
Arthur Emmett Ricks, 76, of Houston TX passed away surrounded by his family on February 15th, 2025. He was born August 1st, 1948 to Leighton and Effie Lou (Johnson) Ricks in Lufkin, Texas. Arthur served his country in the Marine Corps as a Sergeant and drill instructor for 9 years. Arthur was a long time Houston resident where he worked at Powell Electrical for 25 years.
He was an avid hunter and fisherman, who enjoyed the outdoors and spending time with his loved ones. He loved all sports especially the Houston Astros and the Dallas Cowboys, when they were good. He loved to blast Hank Williams Jr for all the grandkids to make them laugh and dance. Arthur’s kindness, generosity, and love for his family will forever remain in the hearts of those who knew him.
Arthur is preceded in death by his parents Leighton and Effie Lou Ricks; wife of 37 years Misayo Ricks; daughter Gina Chambers; and brother Bobby Ricks.
He is survived by his daughters Lisa Garcia and Juan, Mari Ricks and Antonio Dehoyos, Rita Ricks and Pedro Isidro; sons Michael Ricks and Cara, Jeramy Ricks and Vanessa, Matthew Ricks, and Nolan Ricks and Amber; brothers Leighton Ray Ricks and Chari and Lonnie Ricks and Sandy; his grandchildren Kathleen Bush and husband Zachary, Nicholas Garcia, Garrick Chambers, Ethan Ricks, Liliana Garcia, Caleb Ricks, Julian Ricks, Jayden Garcia, Lucas Ricks, Adrian Ricks, Andrew Dehoyos, Bianca Dehoyos, and Liam Isidro.
There will be a visitation from 1:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m. on Saturday February 22, 2025 at Crowder Funeral Home, 2422 E. Broadway St. Pearland, TX 77581. A Funeral Service will be held at 3:00 p.m. with Deacon Rob Stevens officiating. In lieu of flowers memorials can be made to the charity of your choice.
Dear Lisa,
Sorry for your loss, God will give you and your family strength in this situation and I know that your father will rest in peace.
My condolences to the Ricks family during this difficult time.
Saying goodbye to you, Arthur, brings back so many memories we made growing up next door to each other – playing cowboys/Indians, driving little cars and trucks over roads we built in the sand, climbing trees, running foot races, and chasing each other other with our cap guns blazing. What a wonderful, carefree time that was.
Until we meet again, my Cousin, may you RIP.
So very sorry for your loss.