John Quayle Andrew, Jr.

John Quayle Andrew was born on September 22, 1942, in Salt Lake City, Utah to handsome Jack and vivacious Louis Andrew. The second of six children, Johnny was a sweet boy, if not a little mischievous. On occasion, you may have found him tied to a tree by his exasperated mother. But the next day, he would be selflessly giving his new shoes to another child who needed them more.

Giving was something that John’s family was well acquainted with. His parents instilled in their children the importance of serving those less fortunate. His dad emphasized that service was an opportunity rather than an obligation. This mantra would prove to be one of John’s most defining qualities throughout his life.

Dad enjoyed a happy childhood and loved his parents and siblings. He was active in sports enjoying basketball, baseball, handball, swimming and tennis. He loved treats, dogs, cars, the lone ranger and guns (becoming quite the collector). He grew up traveling with his family and grew very fond of the sun. (Dad—put on some sunscreen!)

As the years past, John and his siblings often remarked on the beauty of those days, not having much, but having everything.

After John returned home from serving a two and a half year mission in Australia and a brief military service, he met the love of his life, Luedeen Packard. He was smitten—He has adored her for over 61 plus years. They tied the knot on November 18th, 1965, in the Salt Lake Temple.

They began their life together in Salt Lake City living next door to his big sister, Pat, and her husband Dave. Following in his father’s footsteps, John worked for the SLC Fire Department and later for Mt. Olympus Water where he spent most of his professional career.

So— John and Deeny really took to heart the edict to “multiply and replenish the earth”.

These two awesome people had eight pretty amazing children. Within their quickly growing family, they experienced joy and successes, heartbreak and tragedies.

Dad was our hero. Our home was filled with fun and laughter. He was a prankster and had a snarky sense of humor. Dad—you were so funny! We learned how to work hard and play harder. When we went to dad with our mistakes and felt like we deserved a reprimand, we received unconditional love from our father. Dad was calm, and rarely yelled or raised his voice. Dad was not one to condemn, but to love first and then deal with the consequences afterwards. Through it all, even with the loss of their little Jody Lee, dad and mom held fast to their love for one another and found comfort and strength through their love of our Savior, Jesus Christ.

Like all of us in mortality, trials would continue to plague John and Luedeen’s lives over the following decades. During the loss of friends, parents, and their daughter, those around him leaned on John for support. He stepped up every time. As John got older, his reputation for responsibility and integrity was often called upon. He served faithfully in his church callings. John and Luedeen were wonderful senior missionaries and loved their friends in Hawaii and Florida. Together, they took care of elderly parents, aunts, uncles and a sweet cousin suffering from chronic, debilitating illnesses.

John never turned away from the opportunity to serve these people. He devotedly served them until the day they died. He taught his own family the importance of taking care of people who cannot take care of themselves. Dad said, “Strong families are made during challenging times. When they are given the chance to step up for one another, they must choose to step up.”

John knew something about challenging times himself. His family lovingly referred to him as the “Bionic Man.” From polio as a child and ongoing physical challenges to surgeries on both shoulders, both ankles, and both knees, hips, a fused neck, to 13-inch stainless steel rods in his back, and countless other procedures, his body endured more than most. Yet John was not one to complain.

Our family was strengthened more than ever during a challenging time that began in 2012 and would continue to be a big part of the rest of John and Deenys’s life. John deteriorated rapidly following a particular surgery. The doctor pronounced he would not make it through the night. He suggested family members come say their goodbyes. Surrounded by his family, John teetered between life and death. As the sun broke the next morning, John was still alive. Heavily medicated and intubated, he fought on. He chose to stay. With that choice came months of blood transfusions, more surgeries and constant medical care. John slowly returned to health by an unexplained miracle.

During one of his checkups, the same doctor that had declared him a dying man just weeks before, invited him to take a wheelchair ride. The doctor paused in front of a large mural on the wall depicting a physician in surgery with a patient lying on the operating table, face covered, his abdomen cut completely open with all of his internal organs laying on a silver tray. The doctor turned to John and explained that he, John, was that patient. They had removed all of his organs three separate times to locate where he was bleeding. They cauterized all over his insides, not knowing where the bleeding was coming from.

The doctor explained to John that he and his family and been praying and fasting that John would live. The doctor told him that he did not know how he was still alive, but that God must need him here. There was no other way to explain how he had made it through when all signs indicated that he should have died.

Soon after, John’s stomach stopped working. The next five years included nights hooked to a feeding tube and days going out to lunch with with family. During those outings, he would lick potato chips savoring the flavor, but being unable to eat them. Another miracle for Dad—his stomach began working again. Cavanaugh’s—here we come!

Now over a decade later, the entire family gathers each Sunday at John and Luedeen’s house. Their kids and spouses, 25 grandkids and 6 great grandkids know their grandparents love them and have a treat waiting for them. Talking about Grandpa John, one of his oldest grandsons, Ty, said, “If you live your life like Grandpa, you’ll be just fine.”

Thanks mom and dad for teaching all of us about the things that give life meaning—family, timeless love and service, and above all Jesus Christ.

Dad—we love you and loved our lives with you. We won the parent lottery.

Aloha Oe—till we meet again.

We invite you to celebrate John’s life with us on Friday, September 4, 2026:

Viewing/Celebration of Life from 10:00-11:30 a.m. at Russon Mortuary, 295 North Main Street, Bountiful, Utah.

Interment will be at 12:00 p.m. at Centerville City Cemetery, 650 East 400 South, Centerville, Utah.