John H. Hurula

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John H.
Hurula

MSGT. John Henry Hurula
Born February 8, 1943. Passed June 21, 2014. Survived by his loving wife Sheryl. His children Denise Munoz, Sherry Hurula, Gerald Hurula, John J. (Heather) Hurula, Ken Hurula, Ilene Gerhardt (Christopher St. George), and Jim Gerhardt (Lisa Czecholinski). Sisters Marie (Fred) Martin, Martha (James) Rhoades. Brothers Edward, Jack (Ada), and James Hurula. Preceded in death by his parents William and Esther Hurula; brothers Henry, Ray, Kenneth, and Arvid Hurula; and his son Richard Gerhardt. Also survived by 22 grandchildren and 7 great-grandchildren, his very special friend Delores Adamczyk and caretaker Audrey Peterson. Loved by many nieces and nephews and especially by his 440th family and everyone who knew him. John spent 36 years serving our country in the U.S. Air Force. John was a proud member of the 440th Alumni Association, the South Milwaukee Yacht Club, and the EAA.
A visitation will be held on Wednesday, June 25, 2014 at the FUNERAL HOME from 4PM-7PM and on Thursday from 10AM until the time of service at 11AM. Interment with Military Honors at Forest Hill Memorial Park Cemetery to follow.

Past Comments

Diane Falk (Malmarowski)

I know Sheryl. He was a GEM! The kids loved him – like everyone else!

Dan Skopp

Great story, Marsha. John will be missed by many!

Jackie Wilde

There are so…many fond memories I have of John. John came into my family’s life when I was 13 years old. When coming down to South Milwaukee for my extended stays, he always welcomed me as a family member. He always had a kind word & would say “Luv Ya” when we parted. (Including in posts on Facebook. ) One of my most memorable times with him is when he took Ilene, myself & Bobby on a ski trip to Michigan when I was 18 years old. We stayed by his parents house. After skiing, we all hung out in their outdoor sauna. He told Ilene & I to pat ourselves off with pine or evergreen branches and then go roll around in the snow after our sauna session with just our swimsuits on. Ilene & I had a bad case of the giggles & John enjoyed watching us roll around in the snow while we giggled. Another one of my favorite memories was a ride on his fishing boat. (Although I got a little motion sickness until John told me to look out into the horizon and that did the trick.) John may have not been my Uncle by blood, but I’m sure glad he came into our family and I’m proud to call him my Uncle. RIP, Uncle John. <3

Mark Koenig

I have many very fond memories flying with John in the C-130A in the mid-80’s. As a C-130 Loadmaster, I counted on the crew chiefs during the missions and John never disappointed. John was obviously very dedicated and professional and set a wonderful example for all. His involvement in areas “off the field” were admired and brought happiness to many. I’m blessed to have known John and thank him for the many warm memories. Blue skies my friend.
CMSgt Mark Koenig (retired)

Glenn Gossfeld

My sympathies to you, Sheryl, and the rest of the family! = Glenn “Goose” Gossfeld

Dan Skopp

Great story, Marsha. John will be missed by many!

Mark Blank

I was blessed to know you John you were at great guy and mechanic. Rest in Peace, Brother.

Greg Collins

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark, or even eagle flew;
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

Jeff Bastar

Friend extremely dedicated to any mission at hand. What a great guy!

Gil M.

RIP, My Condolences to family and friends at this most difficult time.
Gil M. SMYC

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