John Mark Lynch

John Mark Lynch, born on September 8, 1962, in Huntsville, Alabama, entered this world as the beloved youngest child of Nancy and David Lynch, completing their family alongside his big sisters, Lorinda Lou and Kelly Eileene. Though born in Alabama, John's heart forever belonged to Charleston, West Virginia, a place that shaped his soul and spirit.
From a young age, John was a bundle of energy and adventure. He loved to climb, explore, and stay active. He graduated from Stonewall Jackson High School, and later moved to Fort Lauderdale, Florida, to help care for his cherished grandparents, John, his namesake and the one who introduced him to a lifelong love of fishing, and Anne Marie.
John lived with a deep passion for life and a heart full of love. He was an unwavering fan of his WVU Mountaineers and Miami Dolphins, a lover of country music, a devoted traveler, especially when the road led back home to Charleston, and an exceptional chef. His culinary talents were most often on display during family holidays, where he would craft unforgettable meals, always with "the meat" as the centerpiece.
What truly defined John was his love for his family and friends. He was the kind of person who always called to check in, showed up when you needed him, and brought joy and encouragement wherever he went. He adored his family, especially his loving mother, Nancy Thomas Lynch; his devoted sister, Kelly Lynch; his nieces, nephews, and great-nieces and great-nephews; and his cousins, whom he loved like his own siblings. His work family at Charter Schools USA also held a special place in his heart, and their love and kindness meant the world to him and his family.
John was preceded in death by his beloved father, David Lynch, and his cherished sister, Lorinda "Lindy" Lou Lynch.
John was a friend to many and a light in his community. Most of all, he was a man of faith. His heart for God was the source of the love and generosity he shared so freely with the world.
Though diagnosed with Glioblastoma Grade 4 brain cancer, John triumphed over it, living tumor-free for seven remarkable years. In the end, it was a blood cancer, brought on by chemotherapy, that took him swiftly, but it never conquered his spirit, making his family laugh even in his final days.
We are all better for having known John. His presence was a blessing, and his memory will remain a source of strength and inspiration.