Judson Thomas Mashburn
Apr 20, 1971 - Aug 23, 2019
Judson Mashburn, 48, of Ventura, Ca. died on August 23rd 2019 from injuries sustained in an automobile accident.
Judson was born on April 20th, 1971 in Ventura California. He was raised in Fillmore, Ca. and spent the majority of his life in Ventura County, Ca.
Judson overcame incredible struggles in this life; and through it all, he wanted nothing more than to please God and take care of his Mother. Judson had a love for fishing and was known as an incredibly hard worker. He recently received an Associate of Ministry Degree from the Harvest Bible University and was known to carry his Bible and seek life’s answers there.
Judson had many great friends: Jaime, Humberto, Mike Tovar, Carlos Monroy, Frank Herrera, Butch Karl Koenig, Dave Emsey, Cameron Blue, and Danny Burkes to name a few. His friends considered him a brother in this life. Some of the things his dear friend Jaime reflected on were: his love for great music, humbleness, big heart and his unforgettable laugh. They had great retirement plans of buying property in Mexico and opening a restaurant.
Judson is survived by his mother, Vicki Mashburn; his father, Gary Mashburn; his half-brother Jeffery Ramos; his Aunt Pat Jones; cousins Kyle and Kevin; Uncle Jim and Aunt Jan Gofourth; cousins Eden Gofourth & Lesa Hoadley; Aunt Jeanie Allred; cousins Alissa Thompson & Chad Allred; and cousins Dawson, Dusty and Andrew Gofourth.
He is preceded in death by his Grandmother Thelma Gofourth Britt, Uncle Charles Gofourth and Uncle Denny Allred.
Judson Mashburn was a great friend and a brother to me and my brother Beto.Jud loved to cook and eat Mexican food,He would call me to ask for my mom’s receipts.He always used to say he was a Mexican in his other life.I think he was because Jud was a hard worker. He was the only White guy I knew that used to pick strawberries, Chiles and Oranges.He didn’t mind getting his hands dirty. He used to tell me that he admired my dad for being a hard worker at his age.I’m going to miss his laugh and his spanglish. “Que Lastima” is what he used to say when someone was doing bad in their life.I remember the first time I took him to Ensenada Mexico. He was reading the signs “No Tire Basura” Don’t throw the trash.He kept asking me why do people throw their tires in the trash. Jud was a genuine guy.My Mom and Dad loved him like a son too.Every person that Jud ever met, they instantly felt his big heart and humbleness.He just wanted to work and take care of his Mom . We were supposed to retired in La Paz Mexico.He would do the cooking and I be would doing the drinks.We use to talk about opening a restaurant in Mexico and retiring. Everytime I told him about buying property in Mexico he always use to say find me a spot next door. I was blessed to have known him and his Mom Vicky.I know for sure that he is in a better place.All his pains are all gone.I going to miss you my brother