John P. Kinsella

John Patrick Kinsella. Johnny, Little John, JP. A truly tender hearted human with peircing eyes as blue as the sea that gave a glimpse into his soul. Soccer and volleyball player, avid gamer, skilled handyman, and concert afficianado. A loyal and devoted friend, son, brother, nephew, and cousin with demons he didn’t deserve. He had a smile and laugh that could light up any room and sarcastic humor to magically make any situation better. This world was too dark a place for him and for years he fought harder than most. God has taken him home now and he’s at peace. Rest easy and keep watch over the rest of us❤️


In the words of Annie Lamott: “There will come a time that you will lose someone you can’t live without and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news: They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly; that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”