Birth date: Apr 14, 1966 Death date: Jun 29, 2022
John Patrick Gross, age 56, of Bellbrook, passed away on Wednesday, June 29th, 2022 at Hospice of Dayton. He was born on April 14th, 1966 to Linda (Scheidt) and Gerald Gross. In high school, John excelled at both football and bas Read Obituary
Our deepest condolences . Janice Wood, Diane Wood Robinson and Cathy Wood Walton A donation has been made to hospice of Dayton in remembrance of John.
Our thoughts and prayers are with the Gross family. May God be with you, comfort you, and give your family peace through his unfailing love. With love, Steve, Lori, Lorin, and Logan Barnes
John was truly one of a kind. Even through all of his trials and tribulations, he was positive. He never forgot where he was from or who his friends were. I was fortunate to teach and coach John at BHS during this period of his life. Learned a valuable lesson from him about facing the problem and taking it on. Always had a smile on his face and a laugh in his heart. His kindness and generosity were greater than his issue. He will be missed by all who knew him and we were blessed to have him in their life
You will be missed but not forgotten. Thank you for the many years of laughs and good times.
John,Unlike most everyone else, I didn't know you in high school. I was still too young to know the legend who was blowing kisses at the opponent's pitcher before smacking a double on the next pitch. I came to know you through Kelly (way after high school) when we became neighbors in downtown Bellbrook. The stories I heard from your friends, though, and later straight from you, painted the picture of one arrogant (fill in the blank). Seems you had a knack for dishing out attitude throughout your sports career (and being able to back it up).Moving along to current times, you kept in touch with Kelly, Lyla and me, knocking on our door on the way home from Macintoshes...always looking for homemade cookies (or store bought...you weren't prejudice) and a shot of bourbon or two...even though you said you didn't drink. It was a great tradition and one we sorely miss.You really are one tough nut; you've overcome more than most of us will ever know, and I'm glad to have been your friend. I already miss our conversations.....Great Stories from a Great Man. Cheers John!Dan
John impacted so many of our lives at Bellbrook High School in so many ways. He was a friend, a warrior and an inspiration. May he rest in peace. Stan Wenclewicz
Thinking of you both.
You were one of a kind Johnny G. I will remember our times together with smiles and laughter. Rest in peace my friend.
I recently read somewhere that we should celebrate the life we live, not count down until the end. I sit here this morning, watching the sun rise and I realize that\u2019s what you did, John. Your whole family lived in celebration of life with you. I spoke with a classmate last night and we spoke about you. We talked through your days since we \u201cSheltered in Place\u201d when we lost track of many friends. I think how much like a family we are as we keep track of those who were so near and dear to us as we grew up and I celebrate our small town. You asked me to prom and a friendship formed. You took a joke well and I hammered you. Your white white legs and did you wear tube socks with the colored rings on them so you knew what to peel off at night? Your speeding ticket through town, clocked at 70 something. And your inability to hold onto a gift\u2026unopened. When you went into hospital, it was unknown what post surgery would hold in all respects. So being your antagonist, and hoping to create a diversion, I wrote you a letter and told you not to open it\u2026until after your surgery. (You\u2019ve told the story so many times, most know the ending.) I never knew the weight that letter would carry. We were so young, but as a parent today, I can only imagine the relief your parents must have felt when you insisted on the letter; validating the day, validating your memory. A celebration for sure. You were one of the first to welcome my daughter home when she was born. You and your mother came over to cuddle her and celebrate this new life. There may have been some tears shed, but you hugged her regardless and gave good wishes for her future. When I moved into town, there you were. You helped me get started as a single parent and we\u2019d eat waffles, a celebration of unpleasant jobs completed and a new life for me. You knew we were starting with nothing; you and your dad delivered a beautiful antique brass bed. And so it began inventing jobs, and good deeds for waffles, or cookies. \ud83d\ude0a We lost you for a time, during the pandemic. You stopped walking by our front door and there was no more honking as you drove by. Dan found you and began to visit in Springboro. You still had a fabulous attitude in your new home and I always tried to send something sweet to eat. Then you two would talk \u201cball\u201dand celebrate the good ole days. I wish I could\u2019ve seen you one more time after that first and sadly last visit to Hospice. I\u2019d have written a letter if I thought it would wake you, or just held your hand for a more personal good-bye. You will be missed, my friend. I wish you peace and thank you for the lesson in life. I will always celebrate knowing you.In Love and Prayer,Kelly Hodson
When someone you love becomes a Memory, The memory becomes a treasure. John was an inspiration to many
