John James Hanley

When someone passes, an obituary is automatic. It briefly summarizes the deceaseds begin inning, middle and ending. What it leaves out is all of the filling, the moments that made them so special. Jack Hanley had many faces. To some he was a teacher, a coach. To others, a golf buddie or a fellow elk member. To me, Uncle Jack was something all together different. He was the spontaneous uncle who showed up on the middle of the night with a Pyrenees puppy for me and my sister. He was the uncle who unpredictable and predictable at the same time. We never know what inappropriatness might spew out of his mouth in the middle of Time Square or who he may offend at Diana’s. what I always could count on from my Uncle Jack was his unconditional love. Never forgot a birthday, a Christmas. His visits were fun and exciting and comforting. The way he loved my mother, Helena, the way he adored my sister, Kelley and I. The way he cherished my dad, Chris,like a brother. . This is the Jack Hanley everyone should have been blessed enough to have known. Perfect? Definately not. Authentic? To the core. He left his mark everywhere he went, and for this my favorite uncle will live on forever. Love Always, Becky

I’m so sorry to hear about Jack’s illness and death. He gave such great advice when I first started out at ACR, and was amazing with his ‘kids’. Thoughts and prayers are with you.

Uncle Jackie, aka ‘Uncle Wackie’ was the type of person everyone wants to be but so many don’t have the ‘guts’ to be. He was not afraid to be himself and speak his mind, even if it got him into trouble! I couldn’t wait for his visits because every single one of them was an adventure and a story to be retold again and again. He gave me my first dog. He attempted to teach me how to drive stick. He introduced me to Jimmy Buffet and the song ‘Margaritaville’ which I often play at full blast and remember our trips to NYC and to Gallagers to pick up ‘pizza’ or ‘milk’. He lit up a room and made friends wherever he went. I don’t think there was a day in his life that he didn’t LIVE. He loved my family dearly and never forgot a birthday or special Occasion. I am proud to call him my Uncle and his memory will live on in my heart forever.

My condolences to the family . I am a parent of a student he taught many many years ago .