Raymond R. Fuentez Jr.
December 28, 1956 – January 4, 2019
Raymond “Ray” Fuentez Jr., 62 of Sylmar, CA passed away on Friday, January 4th, 2019 at his home. A Memorial Service will be held at 2:00 PM on Friday, January 18th, 2019 at Valley Funeral Home, 2121 West Burbank Boulevard in Burbank, CA. “Junior” as many in the family called him, was born on December 28th, 1956 in Tulare, CA to Evelyn and Raymond Fuentez. He graduated Tulare Union High School in 1974. Ray was known back then for his wrestling skills for the Indians. In 1984, Ray and his family moved to Burbank so that he could continue as a Warehouseman for Bestway Distributing. He later became a delivery driver until he was forced into early retirement because of a Hip Replacement. His pain from this and other injuries limited him in travel and getting out of the house to visit others. He loved to cook for his family, but especially loved making his homemade salsa from Fresno Chili peppers often storing it in butter containers. He went everywhere with his dogs, Roxie and Bruiser. He had three other dogs at the time of his death but Roxie and Bruiser were his known favorites. His favorite beer was Miller Lite and he enjoyed tequila. Ray was rarely seen outdoors without a toothpick in his mouth. He absolutely loved playing jokes and pranks on people. Ray loved his pinup posters, working on his truck and jokingly showing everyone his middle finger when posing in pictures. Ray is survived by his wife Cindy Fuentez, his daughter Tiffani Paul and her husband Scott, his son Rodney Fuentez and his wife Lisa, his daughter Ashley Fuentez, his stepdaughter Melissa and stepson Tim, three grandchildren: Brayden Fuentez, William Paul and Summer Paul, his mother Evelyn Fuentez, his sister Jessica Vasquez, his sister Rosie Nunes and her husband Louie along with his niece Rhonda, his nephew Bobby, and many cousins.
- Funeral Service Friday, January 18, 2019
Raymond R. Fuentez Jr.
January 15, 2019
A couple of memories of my Uncle Junior was his orange 4x4 truck Punkin , and the little mini bike he would let us ride when we went to go visit in Tulare , I still have the scar on my shin from when i fell off it and caught my leg on the muffler side , than I couldn’t get it to start so i had to push it all the way back to his house , at the time it was obviously not a good memory but still something to learn from...Dont run out of gas . Uncle Junior give my grandpa a big hug for me , I know when my time comes you and him will be waiting along with those who have gone before me , I know your at peace now in the presence of God. I love you uncle Junior.