Rex Lon Cooper (and his beloved twin sister Remarize “Sissy”) were accidentally and prematurely born in Los Angeles, California on March 19, 1924 on a business trip of their father’s with mother accompanying. Thereafter of course they “got back to Texas as soon as they could”.
They were raised in Waco and then College Station where Rex met his bride of almost 66 years Cynthia Ann Lancaster. They graduated from A&M Consolidated High School. Rex’s subsequent education at Texas A&M and the Corps of Cadets was interrupted by World War II where Lt. Cooper served in the Army Air Corps as flight engineer on a B-29 bomber (at 6’6” he was too tall for fighters - coincidentally his older brother Bill was assigned as group lead navigator on the same airplane). Fortunately the war ended as they were heading into action in the Pacific theater.
In 1947 he graduated from Texas A&M with a degree in Business Administration and married Cynthia on the evening of August 31 of the same year with family and friends outdoors under a full moon on the side of her College Station family home. He then went to work in the transportation industry first with Bell Transportation and then made his career for 25 years as Executive Vice President and co-owner of Atlas Truck Line in the oil field equipment transportation business.
After retirement he spent the remainder of his life in service to family, church and friends. After slowly declining for several years following a moderate stroke in 2006, on the afternoon of January 23, 2013, nearing the age of 89 years, he slipped away quietly into eternity in the home that he and wife Cynthia first provided for their family in 1960.
He was a man large in spirit and character as well as stature. He simply did his duty all his life to God, family, job and country. We very much look forward to seeing him again through Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
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“The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.”
I Corinthians 15:26
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Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
--Crossing The Bar
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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