Jack Kennelly

His precise calculated decisions were like watching a chainsaw carver create art. On the outside, no one knew what we were looking at until a series of tiny imperfections created something outstanding.

Jack followed a code based on integrity, karma, and pay it forward.

Jack Kennelly never left anything to chance. During the Vietnam war he was drafted into the army. The next day he signed up for the Navy, raising his odds of his survival.

My dad was resourceful, a “Jack of all trades”. Often tasked to do so much with so little he felt like he could do anything with nothing. He built his own house out of recycled materials before that was a cool thing to do.

My dad had a love for all things automotive. The faster the scarier, the better.

As a kid growing up, it was hard to get away with anything, cause Jack had already tried it, and anticipated your every move. Instead he only asked that I be in the house before the sun hit the hill and once he confirmed proof of life, I was free until midnight to terrorize the neighborhood with my friends.

As my dad got older he enjoyed traveling to the path less beaten. He had a knack for finding a personal tour guide to show him the local lesser known destinations.

Jack Kennelly rode his collection of motorcycles into his well into his 60’s until he realized he was losing his balance.

My dad loved a good choreographed prank. Often referred to, “ you lie, I’ll swear to it”, and was honored with a wink Or a nod. No subjects were off limits. It was always in search of a good laugh for all. This continued right till the end of his days.

Jack kennelly was a Good Father, a good Brother to Joann Kennelly and a great friend to all.