(Photo credit: Teri Needham Petrie)

Jack Needham passed away over the weekend. He was a father and grandfather and a great-grandfather, he was a son, a brother, an uncle and great-uncle, a U.S. veteran and a Chicago Police Captain.

He was my uncle, my dad’s brother. He was also my godfather. He was a flawed man, as we all are, but he overcame demons that others could not, and he lived a long life filled with a family who loved him and that he loved; a life filled with laughter, and with light.

I’ll miss him; many, many others will miss him too. I won’t be able to travel to Chicago this week for his wake and funeral, but I’ll say a prayer for Uncle Jack, who we always called UJ, and for his kids and grandkids and great-grandkids, for all those of us who called him “uncle” and for his brothers and sisters, and for his wife, my Aunt Agnes, this week. I hope you’ll do the same.

The obituary will be posted here later today.

John P. Needham

March 25, 2019

Spring, TX