Kenneth Wayne Vaughan
April 3, 1967 ~ March 28, 2025
Born in:
Naples, Texas
Resided in:
Hughes Springs, Texas
Kenneth Wayne Vaughan, age 57, passed away March 28, 2025 in Hughes Springs. Ken, as he was known by his family and friends, was born April 3, 1967, in Naples, Texas to Bobby Jewel and Brenda Joyce (FORTUNE) Vaughan. He was a member of Bible Baptist Church in Hughes Springs where he was saved and baptized. The family will hold a private ceremony at a later date. Ken graduated from Hughes Springs high school and soon after graduation enlisted in the United States Navy. First assigned to the USS Abraham Lincoln, a brand new aircraft carrier vessel that he felt honored to be on her maiden voyage in May of 1995. For most of his Naval career he was stationed at Meridian Naval Air Station in Mississippi where he fueled airplanes. There he met Melody (REYNOLDS) Vaughan, the mother of his 4 children, Rhonda Reed, Michael Reed, Brittany Vaughan and Christopher Vaughan. While there he attended Meridian Community College where he enjoyed studying history and psychology. From an early age Ken was an avid fisherman and hunter. He had plenty of hunting and fishing tales.
In the last few years Ken moved back to his beloved Cass County, Texas childhood home.
Preceded in death by his parents Bobby and Brenda, paternal grandparents Ennis and Lucinda (HEADRICK) Vaughan, maternal grandparents Cleve and Danie (DANIEL) Fortune, brothers Phil and Jason Vaughan, sister Mandy Vaughan, uncles Sam (Christine), Woot (Ruth), Cotton, Bill (Katherine) Vaughan, one aunt Christine “Babe” (VAUGHAN) Scullion (Bob) and his beloved companion Bruno a golden retriever.
He leaves behind to cherish their memories of him his children Micheal, Rhonda, Christopher and Brittany, his grandchildren Gabriel and Ashlynn, sister Dana Gail (VAUGHAN) Thomas and Price, nieces and nephews Timothy Thomas (Chrissy), Jeremiah Thomas (Robin), Dustin Leftwhich, Chyanne (VAUGHAN) Fulk and Jake, MaKayla Carpenter, Aunt Laverne Vaughan, Uncle Joe Fortune (JoAnn), special friends Greg Thomas and Tony Richardson, and numerous cousins and friends.
A limb has fallen from the family tree.
I keep hearing a voice that says,
“Grieve not for me.
Remember the best times,
the laughter, the song.
The good life I lived
while I was strong.”
The family requests in leu of flowers donations to American Diabetes Association or National Multiple Sclerosis Society.
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So sorry for your loss.
So sorry for your loss I will be praying for your family
So sorry for the Family’s loss, I enjoyed our grocery store fishing stories and reminiscing about school days.
Ken always remembered things differently than I did, but I could never argue with him because his details were astonishing and vivid enough you could see it happening.
From camping, hunting, fishing and just riding around back roads Ken definitely was someone you wanted to have with you. He knew his stuff when it came to being a good old boy, and wasn’t scarred of much anything.
Once he and I were on the “Creek”, at night, in a flat bottom boat checking drop lines and gigging frogs. We were having a pretty good night but things started to calm down and got real quiet. All of the sudden right above us, a screeching loud scream shouted out and almost made me flip our boat. An owl of all things, I look back to see if Ken was just as startled as I was but he was laughing so hard he almost fell out of the boat on his own.
REST IN PEACE my friend
I will miss the daily 2 hour phone calls from you but not as much as seeing you again.
I’m sorry for the Families and Friends loss. Ken was a great person.
A legend has been lost, Ken was a natural in the woods. He was a gentle man who stood firm in his belief in God and his country way of life. His legacy was passed down by his Father (my Uncle) and he excelled in life by the things he was taught. No one man could match him in the woods, he walked like the grass and sounded like trees, he could sneak up on deer without them knowing. I held Ken in high esteem as he was my cousin, and like a brother as we talked about family members in our past for hours. I’m thankful he no longer has to suffer, I miss him and our talks. Truth is I will see him again and will talk to him again. Ken was the type of guy everyone would want to know. I’m thankful he was my cousin!