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In Memory of
Ralph Dean Jousan
September 25, 1946 - May 31, 2016
Ralph Dean Jousan was born September 25, 1946 in Tyler, Texas. He is preceded in death by his mother Mary Sweat, and his brother Glenn Fender.
He is survived by his wife of 37 years Pat , son Justin Jousan and wife Bana, and son Benjamin Jousan.
Ralph had two grandchildren. Jackson and Roxanna Jousan
Included in the list of loved ones are brothers Jerry Speir, Ron Fender and wife, Linda, and Robert Jordan. Surviving sisters include Pat Keller, Judy Dorsett, and Diana Nix.
In addition, Ralph was survived by and dearly loved by his mother –in-law Margie Millar, brother in law, Wayne Riddle, sister in law, Wendy Campbell and husband Mike Turner, and sister in law, Susan Mehdizadeh.
Ralph also enjoyed a number cousins, nieces, and nephews as well as a vast array of friends.
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Bill Marshall
Ralph was a hoot be around. I remember him working at the Lake Drug....he made a lot of deliveries for them. Ralph, his sister Judy and I walked home many times together in Junior High. Ralph did not have it easy growing up....there were a lot of things he had to do to stay in school...work was the main one. He was one of the good "guys". I am glad I got to have a short visit with him at the 50th reunion. Rest in Peace my friend.
Vivian Boggs (Ferreira)
I find myself quite bothered by the passing of a former classmate. This puzzles me, not because I am an uncaring and insensitive person, altho I can be both those things. I am puzzled because of my relationship or lack thereof with the deceased. This man and I graduated from high school together some 50 years ago. Since that time our paths have barely crossed except at the odd high school reunion. Even at those we didn’t share lengthy exchanges, but rather just a nod and a smile and a “How have you been”. We weren’t even that close in school. I remember that we had classes together in junior high. (I’m dating myself with that one. But then I already dated myself, didn’t I? Oh, well.) Spanish class comes to mind. Mama was our teacher, of course, and I sat in the far back corner as far away from her as I could get. Ralph sat a bit up and in front of me. I remember that so clearly and yet, I can’t remember a single class we had together in high school, altho surely we must have. There were just too many distractions there for me to pay much attention to a sweet, quiet, kind of shy guy who was clearly not a “player” in my book. Did I say I had my uncaring and insensitive side? Now you know.
However, recently I became Facebook “friends” with this man, and thru his postings emerged a handsome, talented, thoughtful man with a keen sense of humor. I experienced mild regrets that I had dismissed him so thoroughly when I had the chance to really know him in my school days. I enjoyed our social media relationship, such that it was, and like all things in my life, I assumed it would go on forever. Once again I am slammed with the cold, hard fact that nothing is forever, bro’t home to me by the passing of this man in an automobile accident recently.
When I read the news my first tho’t was, “How can it be that one can live to be 69 and then be snatched away by a car wreck”? How, indeed, can it not be? There are no guarantees in life and no one is immune to car wrecks. Then I tho’t about all the less than wonderful people in my life who get up every day and keep going, and yet the light has gone out on this dear man, apparently loved by many. But that is God’s divine and mysterious justice and a distasteful part of life that all of us must somehow accept. Then I tho’t about this passing of a man I barely knew but still his passing has occupied a great deal of my tho’ts in the last few days.
Once again I am struck by the fact that none of us knows in what way and to what extent we will influence the lives of our fellows. I must be always mindful of how I treat and speak to others. Thank you, Ralph, for the reminder of that lesson. You are missed by many.