Obituary of Juan Vencenzo Reales

Juan Vencenzo Reales ~ 07/09/1932 – 12/05/2021

Juan passed away suddenly on December 5th 2021 at the age of 89. He was preceded in death by his wife Violet Reales, son Jim Reales, brothers Fred Reales, and Nick Reales, grandson Joseph Reales, granddaughters Mellissa and Christina.

Juan is survived by his brother Antonio Reales, sister Molly Mascarenas, son Antonio & Judy Reales, grandson Jeff & Aida Reales also survived by many family and friends.

Juan was born July 9th 1932 in Raton, New Mexico to Jim and Mary Reales at age 18 Juan joined the Air force serving four years earning his honorable discharge on June 7th 1954. After the military he traveled to Washington looking for work where he met his wife Violet and was married in 1955. In 1956 Juan and Violet gave birth to their first son Jim Reales. After his birth they moved to Denver where he went to school for electrical engineering. In 1960 he moved into his home in Northglenn, Co, in the same year he celebrated the birth of their second son Antonio Reales. At age 28 he started his career at Martin Marietta where he was implemental on many groundbreaking projects such as Viking rockets, Space suit controls, and the Titan project. After a fulfilling career Juan retired in 1990. After retirement he enjoyed his time Hunting, Fishing, Rock hunting, and pursuing many hobby projects.

Juan will be remembered as a loving husband, father and grandfather. He touched the lives of all who knew him and will be greatly missed. He left a poem behind that I hope helps in the celebration of his life.

 

End Of Day

When I come to the end of the road,

And the sun has set for me,

I want no rites in a gloom filled room;

Why cry for a soul set Tree?

Miss me a little – but not too long,

And not with your head bowed low.

Remember the love that we once had shared;

Miss me – but let me go.

For this journey that we all must take;

And each must go alone.

It's all part of the masters plan,

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart,

Go to the friends we know,

And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds:

Miss me – but let me go.