Juan G. Gonzalez was born February 10, 1943 to Guadalupe and Maria Gonzalez in Tecoman, Colima Mexico. He was the oldest of eight children. He married his wife Maria March 19,1964 where they started their life together and raised their eight children Martha, Josefina, Carmen, Juan, Silvia, Veronica, Yvette, and Rebecca in North Hollywood California. He worked for RJ Papalini Inc. as a carpenter for over thirty years. After retiring he moved to Roswell. He enjoyed woodworking, fishing, making fishing nets, and hammocks. But what he loved most is having his family together and listening to the laughter and yelling of his grandchildren.
Juan is survived by his wife Maria Gonzalez (Roswell, NM). Daughter Josefina Duran, son-in-law Juan Duran, grandsons Fabian and Jacob Duran (Bellflower, CA). Son-in-Law Lucas Hernandez, granddaughters Melaina and Aleena Hernandez (Roswell, NM). Son Juan Gonzalez, daughter–in-law Ruth Gonzalez (Roswell, NM). Grandson Jonathon Gonzalez (Portland, OR), Granddaughters Kaytlin Serrano, Josefina Gonzalez, great granddaughter Selena Perez (Roswell, NM). Daughter Silvia Campos, son-in-law Raymundo Campos. Granddaughter Vanessa Sanchez, grandson Andres Campos (Roswell, NM). Daughter Veronica Gonzalez, grandson Leelin Mendoza (Van Nuys, CA), Daughter Yvette Gonzalez (Oddesa, TX). Daughter Rebecca Gonzalez, granddaughter Camorah Cannon (Roswell, NM).
Juan was preceded in death by his parents Guadalupe and Maria Gonzalez. Daughters Martha Gonzalez, and Carmen Hernandez.
Juan was loved and will be deeply missed.
Visitation will be held at Ballard Funeral Chapel Wednesday, September 11, 2019 from 12pm to 7 pm.
Arrangements have been entrusted to Ballard Funeral Home and Crematory. An online registry can be accessed at www.ballardfuneralhome.com.
He never looked for praises
He was never one to brag
He just went on quietly working
For those he loved the most.
His dreams were seldom spoken
His wants were very few
And most of the time his worries
Went unspoken too.
He was there… A firm foundation
Through all our storms of life
A sturdy hand to hold on to
In times of stress and conflict.
A true friend we could turn to
When times were good or bad
One of our greatest blessings
The man that we called Dad.