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John Kennedy (04-21-2016)
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
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 Farmerville
High 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
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.