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John E. Benere April 7, 2024

Date of Service

April 27, 2024

John E. Benere

December 1940 ~ April 2024

John Benere of Turlock, California has passed away at the age of 83. He was born and raised in Massachusetts until he joined the Air Force, where he served for 4 years. During his service in the Air Force, he married Beverly “Becky” Stafford and together they raised four children. John worked as a finance broker after leaving the Air Force throughout his adult life.

John was a person who always had a joke and a smile ready to charm all.  He loved a good adventure and could not wait to take the next unknown road.  He had a love for animals and had a special way with them.  Famous for being mischievous and blaming the kids for all his mischief. Through the years of marriage, 61 years, John and Becky would play cribbage with a cup of coffee in the morning. He was loved by many.

John is survived by his wife Becky Benere, his four children David, Debbie, Dawn, and Dale, four grandchildren, four great grandchildren, two brothers, one sister, and many loved ones, friends and family.

A Celebration of Life will be held at Church of Christ, 801 N Tully Rd, Turlock CA 95380 on April 27, 2024 at 4:00 pm – 7:00 pm.  We will be celebrating with a game night and potluck.

The family will be burying John at sea on April 28, 2024 off the coast of Lovers Point in Pacific Grove.  The ocean was a special place for him, he had a love of deep sea fishing and the beach.  John and Becky honeymooned in Pacific Grove.  There will be a viewing from the shore from 11:45 am – 12:30 pm.  Please check weather prior to travel. This event is weather permitting.

In lieu of flowers, please make memorial contributions to Hospice or Wounded Warrior Organizations.

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  1. James Gehrke says

    Do not stand at my grave and weep;
    I am not there, I do not sleep.

    I am a thousand winds that blow.
    I am the diamond glints of snow.
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
    I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

    When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
    I am the swift, uplifting rush
    Of quiet birds in circled flight.
    I am the soft stars that shine at night.

    Do not stand at my grave and cry;
    I am not there, I did not die.

    Dan Benere

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