Richard “Dick” Jessen

Richard “Dick” Jessen peacefully passed away at home in Ronan surrounded by family on Nov. 21. Dick was born in Cheyenne, Wyo., on April Fool’s Day, 1941. He was the oldest of five brothers, (Jim, Bob, John and Ken) born to Bernice and Lawrence Jessen.

Dick joined the Army after graduating in 1959, although he enjoyed his time serving his country, he got out right before the start of the Vietnam War. Dick enjoyed some traveling of the West after leaving the Army, making stops back in Cheyenne, Lake Tahoe, and eventually settling in New Mexico.

During his time in Farmington, Richard married twice and ended up with six kids (Barry, Stephanie, Stacey, Don, John and Cody). In 1979, Dick moved to Spokane, Wash., with his second wife (Sharon) and kids to try an adventure of owning their own bar and restaurant (North Wood Inn).

While in Spokane, Dick got into his passion and hobby of coaching, wrestling.

In 1991, Dick and his youngest moved to Ronan, where he started working at Jore Inc., which he eventually retired from. Richard met his late wife and traveling partner for life (Mary) in Ronan, marrying in 2001. During their time in Ronan, they loved one another’s company and gambling around the western United States. In September of 2021, his joy ended when his partner in crime passed to the other side due to a chronic illness.

Dick is preceded in death by his wife, Mary, brothers John and Ken, son Barry, stepdaughter Corrine, and his mom and dad. He is survived by his children, Cody, John, Don, Stacey, Stephanie, and family, Barry’s children; brothers Bob and Jim and their wives, Carol and Linda; stepchildren Bob, Jim, Carla and Steve; as well as numerous grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

Memorial services for Dick will be held at a later date. Memories and condolences may be sent to the family at www.shriderthompson.com.

Arrangements are under the care of Shrider – Thompson Funeral Home.

“Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am the thousand winds that blow;

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight ripened on grain.

I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the mornings hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush.

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there; I did not die.”

– Author Unknown