John Kennedy, 64, went to be with the Lord on Thursday, June 18, 2015, passing away unexpectedly from heart failure at his residence in New Orleans, Louisiana.
He was predeceased by: His parents Rassie Glenn and Pauline Aycock Kennedy.
Survivors include: His three daughters – Lilibeth K. Ryan of Milton, Fla., Effie Kennedy
(Jacklyn Sams) of Jacksonville, Fla. and Christina K. Hood and husband Brian of Naples,
Fla.; the mother of his daughters, Evelyn C. Kennedy of Bonita, Calif.; a brother, Bobby Kennedy (Sue); three sisters – Judy Savage and husband Ronnie, Betty Pridgeon and husband James and Sandra Dixon, all of Farmerville; four grandchildren – Tyler Hart,
Tommy Ryan, and Harper and Heidi Hood; as well as many nieces and nephews.
Born in Farmerville, Louisiana, John was the son of Rassie and Polly Kennedy. He graduated from FarmervilleHigh School in 1969 and he attended Louisiana College in Pineville, Louisiana. He served in the United States Air Force from 1972 – 1980. After returning to his home in northern Louisiana, he moved to New Orleans in 2006 and returned back in 2008. John considered New Orleans to be his home and loved the city and all that it offered. He was affectionately known by all in his neighborhood and the French Quarter.
John held various jobs throughout his life, working in the construction industry, as well as in management and hospitality. He was indeed a “Jack of all trades.” He had a great love for the outdoors, especially enjoying fishing, gardening, and carpentry. He knew his way around a kitchen too, and loved to cook. He will be remembered best for his kindness, smile and infectious laughter.
There will be a private memorial in New Orleans, Louisiana on May 27, 2016.
Just a little thought:
No one is perfect but only the Lord himself. We as a society are so quick to judge someone and will harbor ill feelings towards one another when in the big scheme of
things; They don’t really matter. The only one who has the right to judge is the Lord, our God. And We all will have to answer for ourselves, not what someone else has done.
Let the past be just that – the past.
One of the funniest memories of my Dad;
A toast he gave once: “I love y’all and y’all love me, so here’s to me!”
Until we see you again Daddy.