Jose Jesus Guerrero

December 4, 1949November 4, 2018
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Jose Jesus Guerrero was born on December 4, 1949 and passed away on November 4, 2018.


  • Juana Guerrero, Esposa
  • Oliver Guerrero, Hijo
  • Marcela Guerrero-Taksas, Hija
  • Andres Guerrero, Hijo
  • Gilbert Guerrero, Hijo
  • El Señor Guerrero también deja a 12 nietos y nietas para atesorar su memoria.


  • Velacion/Visitation Sunday, November 18, 2018
  • Rosario/Rosary Sunday, November 18, 2018
  • Misa Funebre/Funeral Mass Monday, November 19, 2018
  • Sepelio/Graveside Monday, November 19, 2018
  • Recepción/Reception Monday, November 19, 2018

Jose Jesus Guerrero

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Taksas family Taksas

November 19, 2018

Deepest Condolences to you and your family . We will always remember how kind he was to us and our kids . Always greeted us with a smile and hug . 💓
Loved his family for sure .

Graciela Castro

November 18, 2018

Jose Jesus Guerrero, a humble hardworking man that would do anything for his family because he loved them unconditionally. He often told me stories when he first started dating the love of his life, Juanis. They shared almost half a century together, they had been through a lot of difficult and happy times but always together! He remembered many unique memories of each one of his children, whom he loved, cared and constantly worried about his Oli, Marce, Andres and Beto. I enjoyed watching his facial expressions when he talked about the great loved he had for all his grandchildren, they were all precious to him! I am grateful and thankful that we spent time together and I really got to know him. I am privileged to know that he trusted me with his stories, feelings and life. I thank him for taking care of Branden and I, showing his love towards us with acts of love. We love you and miss you dearly! May God bless us all and gives us peace!


Branden Lau

November 18, 2018

Today is a hard day -- for those you loved, and for those that will always love you. Even as I'm reading the beautiful messages others have left for you, it's hard to fathom that you're gone. You were always such a strong man, that when I first found out about your illness I almost assumed it was a foregone conclusion that you'd beat it. I will always remember you as that strong man -- ready to step in and help others at a moments notice, and always with a smile on your face. You were always very kind and welcoming to me, and for that I appreciate you. I will miss our chats about sports, and how you'd tease me about girls or where I was off to on a given weekend. I hope that you are resting easy, and that you know there will always be people who love and cherish the memories made with you. Much love.

- Branden

Priscilla Guerrero

November 18, 2018

My heart is heavy and it's been hard to find words. How do I comfort my Husband, who's heart is broken. He lost his Dad, I my Father-in-law, and my Kid's there Tata. There are so many memories of him all around us. We look in our backyard and it's like we can still picture him there. The red bandana he used still tied on our swing set. I will miss seeing you walk through the door, sitting down and just talk or venting with me. I will miss the time that you spent with the kids and I will miss seeing you help your son out with any tasks, project or need we had. You were always more than willing to come when we needed you. I admired the unconditional love you always had for your kids and family. You will always hold a special place in our heart and your memory will always live on.
Today is a hard day as we have to prepare to say goodbye but I know it's not goodbye. I know it's until we see you again. For I know physically you are no longer with us. Your spirit and memories will live on in your kids, your grandkids and all around us in the work you did. You will greatly be missed!Forever in our hearts 💖

In Loving memory of Our Dad, Father-in-law, and Tata💕

Cheyenne Taksas

November 17, 2018

I remeber those days that you would pick us up from school, without our mom knowing taking us to the little liquor store! You would tell us to only get one treat! Of course we would try to sneak another one, you would get your tiny bottle of liquor saying that we went to the store for us, when we really went for him, I’m gonna miss those days when we drive by the bus stop seeing you there, even though it was the weekend. You would lose track of the days, but you would never forget about us, it’s our turn to not forget about you ♥️
-lots of love, your patita de pollo💙

Dottie Van Doren

November 16, 2018

Jose was always quick to greet me by name, aways with a smile and often with a hug. Usually he’d have food he had prepared, and of course we’d share a bottle of wine—or two,🥴 Whether ceviche, or barbacoa, or both, he was a great cook. And a good dancer!🕺🏻

John Van Doren

November 16, 2018

Jose, you were always there, willing and able to help this old “Handyman” with any task or project at Craig & Maria’s home. I remember your telling me you didn’t enjoy figuring out what went where, but you liked doing the hard work⚒ 🥵. Together, we always got it done! RIP, my brother.
You will be missed.
p.s.: and so will your ceviche! 😋

Oliver Guerrero

November 15, 2018

When I was attending Evergreen Elementary around 5th or 6th grade, I played flag football. Our games were always played on Saturdays, but my dad worked on Saturdays, so I knew he would say he would try to make it. I would constantly look over my shoulder on the field, hoping to see my dad in the stands every Saturday but he was never there.

It had come to our last game of the season and I was so nervous for two reasons. One, I didn't know if my dad was going to show and two, the game was about to end. I was feeling sad and mad as the minutes winded down because my coach hadn't let me play the whole season. The game eventually ended and we won, but I felt like a loser and a fake. Everyone around me was cheering and crying, and I was too, but not for the same reasons as them. I was crying because holding a 1st place trophy didn't mean nearly as much as seeing my dad in the stands.

As I looked up at the score board one last time, I saw you hanging on to the wire fence with your hands up and your glasses on. I cried so hard that my coach came up to me to ask what was wrong. As I pointed upwards to the score board I told the coach, "That's my dad, he's my trophy."

I love you dad.

Craig A Taksas

November 15, 2018

As I awoke on this cold crispy morning, it was with a clear mind. Unfortunately it was for only a few seconds. Then I was quickly reminded of the tossing , turning, and the slight whimpers of the night! What do u tell the woman of your life, my forever, my soulmate, daddy’s little girl, who just lost her dad? There are no words, thoughts, or gestures that can take that pain away! It feels a though I am helpless and that I have been cut with a blade so deep, that it has penetrated my soul! Jose Jesus Guerrero, I never called u that in my 23 plus years of knowing you. To me you were Mr. Guerrero. That is my upbringing to always show respect to your elders and to refer to them as Mr. or Mrs. Mr. Guerrero I will always remember when I sat u down in your home over 22 years ago, my heart ponding and practically jumping out of my chest. I asked u if I could marry your daughter. Your response to me was ”What are u going to do for me?” U could imagine that took me by surprise. So I sat back, gathered my thoughts and said “I promise to love your daughter with all my heart, soul, and being. I will always provide for her, and love her children as my own for the rest of my days.” U sat back with a tear in your eye and smiled. Mr. Guerrero I miss the early mornings when u would show up at our home and enter through the rod iron fence that creaked when u opened it. Maria and I would smile and say dad is here! I miss the long days u spent working on my yard just because you loved being around us and helping in anyway possible. I miss how u so heartedly loved my children, your grandchildren. I miss having u over for dinner and having a glass of wine with me. I miss how when our dinners were coming to a close, u always asked for “just a little bit” as you raised your hand and referenced accordingly! Maybe it was a little more wine or another small mixed drink. I just smiled and waited for Mrs. Guerrero’s approval. I miss everything about u. I love u! I now carry u in my ❤️. Craig

Kenji Davis

November 11, 2018

Condolences ! Sorry for the loss of your father . He was a kind person and there for his grandchildren and that memory will always stick with me because he as well as you welcomed my daughter into the family being there for his family as well as mine . Thank you