He was a good man who did everything for other people his whole life. He loved his family more than anything else and he considered me a part of that family from day one.
He is and will forever be missed.
Here's something I wrote for his funeral. It's not much, but I felt a need to honor him in some way.
How do you define the word “hero”?
John Pellow found ways to thrive in the aftermath of the Great Depression as a child.
He abandoned the religion he was raised with to marry the love of his life.
When he found out he was going to be drafted he volunteered for the navy.
After the service he became a teacher and taught day and night classes at three different colleges.
He moved his family to the country when he thought the city was too dangerous.
He put in a swimming pool even though he didn’t swim.
He built a corral for his daughters’ horses and a chicken coop for his son’s chickens.
He did everything in his life for someone else without hesitation.
To me, that’s a hero.
Go with God, John, and you're right; "There's nothing like family."