Rideau Obituary 318

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November 12 1954

Dearly Loved & Deeply Missed

Cool

March 1 2024

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LIFE JOURNEY & LEGACY

Deborah Anne Rideau, was born to the parentage of Anthony Rideau and Georgianne Jones on November 12, 1954 in Port Arthur Texas. Deborah, attended Lincoln High School, in Port Arthur, TX. After graduating in 1973, she joined the Job Corp in San Marcos TX. She worked in a Nursing Homes and then started working for the Dallas Independant School District for a number of years. She eventually left there and started to work at Crown Computer Company, where she met her Best Friend/Sister, Jackie Thornton (who has proceeded her in death). She worked there for 15+years until the company closed. Deborah, was raised within the Catholic faith. She believed in God and she loved life. She loved to barbecue of course and being with family and friends. But her main pastime, she loved sitting on her front porch listening to her Blues and watching the kids play. She loved the neighborhood kids. Deborah loved the neighborhood that she lived in, she cared about the people there. She started the Cedar Creek Estate Neighborhood Crime Watch. She was always concerned about keeping the community safe. Having guest speakers to every meeting, so everyone would be well informed on what's going on in the surrounding areas. One of her hobbies, years ago, beside fishing, she used to be a member of a Local Performing Group, "Smooth as Silk" they performed at local night clubs, within the DFW area. Deborah, leaves to cherish her precious memories, Her Spouse, Wilma Johnson, Daughter, Latoya Rideau-Horn Five Brothers: James W. Garrison, (Aaronetta), Michael Rideau (Nedra), Rodney Rideau (Guy), Darryl BonHomme, Bryon K. BonHomme (Andrea). Three Sisters: Cheryl BonHomme, Queen Esther Harris, Charolette Harris Two Brothers, Proceeded in death: Columbus Garrison Jr. and Damon R. Harris Nieces and Nephews and a host of others relatives and Friends, that loves and cares about her very much.

The most resilient of Georgianne’s eleven children was not Columbus, the eldest brother. Nor was it James the Marine or Darryl the U.S. Army veteran. It wasn’t Michael the Texas track champion nor Cheryl our high school track and field speedster. No, it wasn’t Byron the business entrepreneur. It also wasn’t Queen the Easter princess or the mischievous twosome Charlotte or Damon. And it wasn’t me, Rodney the nerdy bookworm. It was the Cinderella of our motley brood, our oldest sister, Deborah. She made the sure the beds were made, the dishes cleaned, the floors swept and mopped. She brought in laundry from the lines, scrubbed the bathrooms, and kept the youngest in clean diapers. She offered solace when we were sad, cheered us up when we were blue. She encouraged us when we thought we had failed, and inspired us because she never faltered — no matter what obstacle life threw in her path. The woman many of you may know as Miss Cool was Deborah Anne to us, her brothers and sisters, comrades and confidants, allied in a childhood bond that could never be broken. We laughed together, cried together, dreamed of brighter futures together. She was our glue, the one constant that would remain with each of us. Most importantly she was our touchstone when deciding if our course was morally or ethically correct, when determining if our actions would be judged as right or wrong, whenever we found ourselves asking “What would Deborah do?” She was cool because she was unshaken, as steady as a mountain, never wavering, and always there for you. Deborah Anne will never be missed because she will never leave us. She will always be there when we watch a Dallas Cowboys game, drink a Coca Cola, admire a garden or vegetable patch, or see a German Shepard Dog romping in a park. She’ll be there every time we celebrate a birthday with Toya or a holiday with Wilma. We’ll see her in our dreams and hold her in our hearts until our own last breath is taken. We gather on this day to celebrate a life and remember it in all its joy. Any sadness and heartache she had is gone, any nightmares have ended. All that is left are the memories of a life well-lived, the legacy of the lives she touched, and the eternal love of those who knew her best. Rodney Rideau She would lose herself in a sea of books, reading tales of love and mystery and fantasy that carried her to places she dreamed would one day be hers to conquer.

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ORDER OF CELEBRATION Pastor: Reginald R. Roberts-Officiant Musical Prelude.......................................Musicians Processional..............................................Ministers and Family Hymn Of Comfort......................................The Lord's Prayer :: Musician Holy Scripture Reading Old Testament...........................................Pastor Evelyn Corset New Testament..........................................Brandy Sewell Prayer of Comfort....................................Byron K. BonHomme Solo.............................................................. DeTonia Agent-Higgins Remarks........................................................Limit 2 minutes, Please Special Remarks.........................................Evangelist Beverley Sanford Pastor Evelyn corset Solo................................................................Detonia Agent-Higgins Speech of Praise.........................................Pastor Reginald R Roberts Solo................................................................Shantrell Walker Crowning Ceremony....................................Nephews Recessional

My sister, My friend God has sent me an angel a sister, a friend. God has sent me comfort. God has sent me a friend. God has heard my cries, my prayers and my laughter. God said there will be joy today tomorrow and after God said, you will never be alone for the road will never end for I have sent you an angel your sister, your friend. -Cheryl Bonhommme

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Stay a while here with me Up underneath the stars When you go, you'll be free 'Cause you know who you are You're butterfly

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