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Hez Houston Ray
1932 - 2020
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Cindy Kelly posted a condolence
Monday, May 30, 2022
I'm trying to connect with Hez's family/children - just to say THANK YOU.
I feel that most people who are Christians can look back and there was one person who shared the Good News of the Gospel of Jesus with them and forever change their life. Hez was that person for me. I'm eternally grateful. Just wanted him....or his family to know, I guess.....
I crossed paths with Hez in 1975 in Denton Texas. I was 14. I was trying to find my way on the streets... and away from my broken home... and Hez saw me trying to stay dry on a rainy day, led me to the church and a sanctuary in Christ and heavenly Father who has been faithful and always with me. Because he planted a seed of faith, shared with me the way to salvation and was a Light in the darkness, I was saved. I don't know if he had any idea how many lives he has touch because on this one day.
I realize it's been two years since this memorial was posted, and I'm not sure who will see this message. I'm so sorry for your loss and that I didn't find a way to connect with Hez when he was here to share my Thanks in person. I pray the Lord comfort those who miss him.
Thanks again,
Dr. Cindy K Kelly
kiddoc104@aol.com
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Gary Mueller posted a condolence
Thursday, April 23, 2020
It was an honor to know Coach Ray. He was a very positive influence on my life during High School at Lathrop High. He always could bring out the best in a person by his talent to be interested in what you can do. I always remember the "rope climbing" and trying to scale the bleacher wall. He could perform almost all the things he asked you to try. My brother & I shared many memories of those days at Lathrop. God Bless the Ray family. Gary Mueller.
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Paula (Flick) Ellis posted a condolence
Sunday, April 5, 2020
Coach Ray was a positive influence my junior and senior years at Lathrop high school. Everybody called him Coach and we all had the utmost respect for him. I am thankful that I had the opportunity to know him and send my sympathies to your family, but know that Jesus is coming soon and we will all be united again.
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Paul Sauer posted a condolence
Saturday, April 4, 2020
Had the wonderful privilege of knowing Hez Ray in my life. He was my junior high varsity basketball coach at Main Jr High in Fairbanks, Alaska, and I was part of the 1968 high school group from Lathrop High School that went to Whitehorse, Canada for the first inaugural games. It was on that trip that we stopped in Tanacross and Hez shared his vision about bringing the hanger back to Fairbanks which eventually became the Big Dipper.
Hez was truly an adult mentor and demonstrated tremendous life traits that impacted many of us. He was a visionary, held to great values, an encourager, and someone who never listened to others who told him he "can't do this". His contribution to youth sports will always be remembered in Fairbanks. I am one of the lucky ones that knew him. May you rest in peace Hez.
My deepest sympathies to his family.
Paul Sauer
psauer@nnu.edu
Boise, Idaho
Melody Atwood uploaded photo(s)
Saturday, April 4, 2020
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To buy Hez Ray's book:
Buy on Amazon:
"The Big Dipper: A Dream is Born"
Sold for $17.99 by MelodyRay
NOTE: There are others selling his book for very high prices, so be sure to purchase through the MelodyRay account. We have plenty of books so there is no need to buy at those high prices! Just click on the "New and Used" section to find the ones for $17.99 from MelodyRay. If you have trouble just text/call me at 253-376-7243.
My dad's desire was for his book to get into the hands of anyone who wanted it. It is an incredibly inspiring book and will have you laughing and crying all in one page. A great book for all ages challenging us all to live life with integrity and adventure.
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Friday, April 3, 2020
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It was my joy and privilege to care for Hez during his time in Spanaway,WA. As a Southern gal and Hez a Texas boy we got along famously from day one! It was a blessing for me as I had never had a grandpa, even though I’m the same age as one of his daughters, (whose name also happens to be Debbie) so I was given permission to “adopt” him! Because of this we always laughed that I was “nurse Debbie”. I got to know Hez’s siblings and his children & their families even better and was honored to be the only non immediate family member to celebrate his and twin brother, Rex’s, 87th birthday in 2019. That’s the first photo. The precious memories I have of my brief 15 months that I got to spend with “grandpa” will forever be etched in my heart and my mind.
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Thursday, April 2, 2020
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How many times have these strong hands held mine?
Every since I can remember, these hands have been my security and my guide.
They have lead me across busy streets as a little girl and held mine as I navigated the deepest waters of life.
They walked me down the aisle on my wedding day and made my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, with extra jelly.
They tickled and tricked and dumped buckets of water on unsuspecting victims...and taught us to join the laughter and fun.
They taught me to roast marshmallows and spot nails.
They took an airplane hanger apart board by board in Tanacross, AK and put it back together one board at a time so the youth of Fairbanks would have a place to be kids rather than be sucked in by the drugs of the 60’s and a place to laugh and learn.
They have taught hundreds of kids to shoot hoops, hit balls, smack hockey pucks...and more importantly to embrace life, be brave, and care for mankind.
They held my hand during “Starlight Starbright Hope to See No Ghost Tonight “ when I wanted to play with the big kids so bad, but was too afraid to go it alone.
They held me tight during Diane’s long surgeries and held me tighter when she left earth for heaven.
They handed me keys to cars when I was much too young to be a driver and put me up on my first horse.
They lovingly accepted so many “bouquets” of wilted dandelions from a little girl’s proud hands, while declaring, “My favorite flower!” And they truly were...I think it was because he knew that dandelions were the only flower legally in reach of young children.
They brought home a variety of forlorn animals that needed care and made us believe that what we did really mattered.
They taught me to pull weeds and push lawn mowers even if it was 101 outside...after all, “Once a job has begun...”
They taught me the value of hard work and the “Gospel of Labor” and that “can’t” was a four-letter word.
They walked me to church and pointed me to Jesus and taught me without a doubt that Jesus was my true security and the Bible was to be trusted and obeyed.
They pushed me out the door to be brave and courageous and to embrace life fully.
They wrote poems that made us laugh till our sides hurt and others that made us weep the deep tears of grief.
And then they held the hands of my children and taught them the same things...to love, live, laugh and be brave.
For the last year and half they have held my hands every Sunday in church...second row right side. Only missed one Sunday before this week. (I snapped this picture a few Sunday’s ago during church.) The entire time he’s lived with me, whenever I would tell him, “Today’s Sunday, dad”. He would respond, “Best day of the week!” Every.Single.Time.
Even this past Sunday, when he was barely able to speak, I told him the day and waited, not knowing if he could muster any words. And after a long pause, I heard the whisper, “Best day of the week.”
And now as “Life’s evening sun is setting low...” I am holding his hands. And it is the greatest of privileges. I will miss these strong and loving hands so very very much, but am forever grateful that they will soon embrace his gentle Savior and all those who have gone before him...our precious Diane, his loving momma & daddy & Unk who he loved so deeply along with so many others that he has loved. I know there will be a long line in heaven of those who he has touched waiting to embrace him when he walks...yes walks! through those gates! I love you, dad, more than words can say and will miss you so very very much, but this is not goodbye. You taught me well that “In the sweet by & by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore.” So I will look forward to that day.
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