Wesley Joan Bellah

Wesley Joan Bellah, age 92 died in Fort Worth, Texas on July 31 2025.

Private Graveside Service and interment at Laurel Land of Fort Worth.

Joan was born November 19, 1932, in Fort Worth, Texas and remained a life-long resident of Fort Worth. She was a retired Nursing Home Administrator.

Preceded in death by her Husband Bill Cogburn, son's Wesley Bill Cogburn, Gary Gene Cogburn as well as all her siblings. And her loving nephew Charles Torti and wife Carrie.

Survivors include; Paula Cogburn-Lerew of Fort Worth, Texas; Granddaughter, Kristina and Husband Gary Houchen of Midlothian, Texas; Grandson, Vincint and wife Zade Lerew of Kileen Texas; Granddaughters; Misty Barbee of Palmer, Texas; Cassandra and husband Ted Hernandez of New Braunfels, Texas; Krystal and husband Tate of California; Grandson: Kodi and Aino Cogburn of Japan. Billy Cogburn of Joshua, Texas.

Great Grandchildren Megan Acevado and Jameson Lerew, Emilio and Suryn Hernandez, Destiny Cogburn and 2 Great-Great-Grandchildren.

Daughter in laws: Joan Cogburn of San Antonio Texas and Donna Cogburn of Mineral Wells Texas

Born during the depression to Martin Luther Goodson and Mary Cordillia Moon, November 19, 1932. She was a tomboy, liked to bicycle, roller skating, horseback riding (where she broke her nose) and playing baseball.

After the death of her husband Robert Billy Gene Cogburn, in 1972, she went back to school to get her GED and going on to achieve her Bachelor of Science degree in Sociology/Gerontology from Tarleton State University and was license by the State of Texas as a Nursing Home Administrator and served over 25 years of health care at various nursing homes including Trinity Terrace in Fort Worth for8 ½ years of service before retiring.

Joan (Ganny) was a beautiful, resilient, deeply intelligent, and unfathomably caring woman. She was never one to seek the spotlight, but somehow, the spotlight always found her. She was the cornerstone and the strongest pillar of our family—Thanksgiving being the perfect example of that. Our Thanksgivings were a cacophony of children playing, teenagers trying to act like adults, and adults acting like teenagers. And then there was Ganny, watching it all unfold with an air of grace you couldn’t help but admire. She would admonish, but never judge. She’d correct, but never punish. And every now and then, she’d join in—letting a little unbecoming word slip out.

Her favorite Holidays and things to do was -Thanksgiving-July 4th-Setting on the Back porch in the summer with KFC hot wings and cold beers -Bass hall trips