John R Prestage

September 1, 1938March 9, 2018
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JOHN RALPH PRESTAGE, 79, of Port St. Lucie, FL, passed away March 9, 2018 in Port St. Lucie, FL.

Born in Tupelo, Mississippi, Ralph was a resident of Port St. Lucie for several years. Prior to moving to Port St. Lucie, he lived in both Hobe Sound and Fort Pierce, Florida.

Prior to retirement, Ralph was a salesman in the plumbing industry. He worked for over 20 years at ARTCO Supply in Fort Pierce.

Ralph enjoyed fishing, antique cars, Westerns, old coins, animals and his family.

He was predeceased by a son, Mark Prestage, and son-in-law, Roger Hornsby.

Survivors include one son, Michael Prestage of Ft. Pierce, FL; one daughter, Michelle Hornsby of Ft. Pierce, FL; one brother, Kenneth Prestage of Port St. Lucie, FL; one sister, Patricia Burns of Oxnard, CA; and two grandchildren, Jason and Matthew Hornsby of Ft. Pierce, FL.

A gathering will be held Saturday, March 17, 2018, from 10:00AM – 11:00AM followed by a Memorial Service at 11:00AM at the Aycock Funeral Home, Byrd, Young & Prill Chapel, 1170 SW Bayshore Boulevard, Port St. Lucie, FL.


  • Gathering Saturday, March 17, 2018
  • Memorial Service Saturday, March 17, 2018

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Michael Prestage

March 16, 2018

Looking back on my Dad's life, one aspect that especially stands out for me is the way that he always took great pride in living his life in an as "old-fashioned" manner as possible. He was one of those rare individuals who, despite having found themselves firmly situated in the 21st century, could still boast the enviable position of never having owned either a computer or a smart phone. Hardly surprising to anyone who knew Dad, his lifetime love of old television shows and classic films, especially Westerns, prevented him from adding big screen HDTVs to that impressive list.

Safe from the modern lure of merely firing off a perfunctory email or text message, Dad was always one to post a thoughtful card or letter for special holidays and one's birthday. Easter inevitably seemed to be his favorite. Seldom content with whatever syrupy sentiment was already inscribed, he usually crammed them with multiple paragraphs of information, often relating to how he and Granny were doing, but no topic was too far-fetched... even UFOs! A subject that Dad (with help from the National Inquirer) got me hooked on as an impressionable tyke.

Dad would almost inevitably sign off with some colorful pseudonym such as "The ol' Sharecropper" or "Your old Injun." While, at least from a DNA standpoint, I always found that last claim to be somewhat suspect, I must admit to having always gotten a kick out of it.

Today, sorting through a woefully small stack of random cards which I'd saved from Dad over the decades, I'm reminded of why it's important that we hold on to such things. Like the savings bonds of old, these seemingly innocuous scraps of paper take on a value that are near impossible to recognize at the time we receive them. It's only when that day arrives to finally cash them in that we discover they're now among our most valuable possessions.

Fare thee well upon those heavenly plains, Old Injun...



Michelle Hornsby

March 15, 2018

Your Very Own Guardian Angel

The loss of a father
Is a heavy burden to bear.
He's a source of quiet strength
That is so missed when he's not there.

Take comfort he's in Heaven,
And looking down at you.
He'll be there through the coming years,
Watching over and guiding you.

He's your very own guardian angel,
And he'll be with you to the end,
When you meet again in Heaven,
And your broken heart will finally mend.

We love you Dad,
Michelle and Mike