Roger's obituary
Roger Dale Strang came into this world pedal to the metal on July 18, 1945.
After a long fight with prostate cancer he lost the battle on Monday, August 7, 2023 at the age of 78 after drinking the water in Mexico.
Some say he is in a better place, the rest say he is buying lottery tickets still hoping to win. He did! He is now pain free and at peace.
Roger is preceded in death by many family members and friends. He is survived by a long list of family and friends. If you are reading this, then you are included.
He loved his family more than anything else in the world........except an ice cold Miller Light, smoking a cigarette, Nascar and liver and onions.
Roger attended what was known back then as Beaumont High, the Royal Purples, and graduated in 1963. He sure did love going to all the reunions to catch up.
Roger loved hotrods. His love of cars started at a young age with his dad. Tinkering under the hood, then taking that '73 mustang out Highway 90 to "blow the soot out". In all of his 78 years he never got a speeding ticket!
Halloween was a favorite time of year to dress up. He would love to sneak up to scare you. If you would pee in your pants, then it was a success!
You know the song " I've been working on the railroad"? Well, he really did for many years. You could call him when stopped by a train and he could tell you how long it was or recommend finding another way to go.
Football, in general, was something Roger loved to watch. A lifelong Arkansas Razorback fan. His daughter, Debbie, couldn't appreciate that until she attended Texas A&M. But then she learned when he said " just 10 more minutes left" that could be an hour in football time. When the Aggies played the Razorbacks it was always a tough day for him. Gig'em pigs? Soooeeee Aggies?
When his son, Chuck, joined the Navy (not just to learn the song) and crossed the equator on a Navy ship. Roger was very proud and happy to hear of all the adventures. And the story of "the" tattoo.
Fishing was his happy place! It didn't matter if it was a piece of roast tied to a string for crabbin' at "the cut" or way out in the Gulf for those red fish. He never turned down a fishing trip.
Roger never met a stranger. And never turned down a beer for those who showed up on a weekend to sit on the patio and shoot the shit while ribs were on the smoker.
And Nascar, don't call him while a race is on! A race coming on was like a Batman signal, he just knew. When he finally was able to attend a real Nascar race he started off by falling out of the RV in the middle of the night (beer may have been involved?) And being carted off the next morning to the medical tent. When he was given the option for pain killers or beer, guess which he chose? Fun was still had by all and pictures to prove it.
Work took him away from Beaumont and he lived in Round Rock, TX for several years. Roger retired from the job working wth "trains", but then worked as a driver for a local mechanic shop. Boy did they love Roger. He made the coffee first thing, got clients home or to work and talked to everybody.
He made lots of friends while living there including Santa Clause.
Living in Mexico was his final retirement place with his wife, Maria Elena, of almost 27 years. He never learned Spanish, but they always were able to communicate. Roger used to joke about when he was in trouble and she was mad that he would turn off his hearing aids and nod.
Everyone loved Roger. Also known as Dad, uncle, brother, husband, cousin, friend. He always welcomed everyone to his world with a smile. Keep his memory alive by telling those stories that leave you with a smile. Those little league baseball games, fishing trips, Santa Clause as his next door neighbor, funny cigarettes in Mexico, falling asleep at Christmas Mass (Strang disease is real y'all!) and that Nascar trip to name a few.
A "Toast" to Roger will be held at one of his old stomping grounds on Saturday, September 16, 2023 from 2:00 - 4:00pm. Please join us at Thirsty's , 229 Dowlen Road, #1, Beaumont, Texas 77706.
In lieu of flowers and in his honor, please make a sizeable purchase at your favorite watering hole, surround yourself with friends and keep telling the stories he no longer can.