John Steven McLendon

John grew up in Matthews, North Carolina, alongside his parents and sister, in a home shaped by close family ties and a deep affection for animals. He graduated from East Meck High School, carrying forward a steady determination and an openhearted spirit that would remain evident throughout his life.

A man known for his work ethic and steadfast commitment, John owned his own concrete business, first as co-owner with his father. His father, T-Boe McLendon, often said John was “the best in concrete—anything concrete,” a simple statement that reflected both pride and the respect John earned through skill, persistence, and the kind of reliability others counted on.

John’s life was marked by courage, resilience, and a strong moral compass grounded in faith. He often prayed privately —always ending with, “please be with the starving children of the world”—a consistent reminder of his generous concern for others beyond his immediate circle. He also took pride in what he called his “red neck ingenuity,” sharing that practical resourcefulness with friends and family with unmistakable confidence and warmth.

An adventurous soul who felt most at home on the move, John loved traveling on his Harley Davidson and was, in every sense, “an on the road guy.” He enjoyed the outdoors and found joy in skiing—both water and snow. His love for animals was lifelong, and he especially cherished his Labradors, Nacher and Rudy.

John never met a stranger. He knew the area better than most and could give directions without hesitation, offering help with the same ease he offered conversation. His big heart showed in the way he looked for chances to share with those in need in the community, extending kindness in practical, unassuming ways.

John was preceded in death by his parents, T-Boe and Judy McLendon of Matthews. He is survived by his sister, Libby McLendon as well as his dear friend and the mother of his children Joy Simon. Together they had two children, Erin and Steven (Hannah), and he was a proud grandfather to Grady, Parker, and JulieAnne. He loved his family fiercely. He will be deeply missed by immediate family, as well as his aunts, cousins, and many friends who knew him as loyal, brave, and deeply beloved.

In the words of his family: "Dad, you were as ‘handy as a shirt pocket’ and ‘cowboy tough’ and we are all going to miss that.”