John A. Kane, 87, of Weirton, died Monday, August 12, 2002 at the Weirton Medical Center. He was born February 17, 1915 in Forest City, Pennsylvania, the son of the late Sylvester and Anna Cleary Kane. Also preceding John was his wife, Mary Margaret O’Brien Kane; five brothers, Patrick, Paul, James, Thomas and Sylvester and two sisters Margaret Kane and Ann Duffy. After 42 years of service, John retired from the Strip Steel Department of Weirton Steel where he worked as a shearman. He served his country during World War II in the U.S. Army and was a member of St. Paul Roman Catholic Church, the Knights of Columbus, the Weirton Steel 25-Year Club and the Ancient Order of Hibernians in Toronto, Ohio. John is survived by his son John “Jack” Kane of Weirton; two daughters, Marianne Kane of Weirton and Karen (Tim) Jones of Cambridge, Ohio; one sister, Katherine Smith of Forest City, PA and step-grandson, Jason Jones. Visitation will be held on Wednesday, August 14 from 2:00 – 4:00 PM and 7:00 – 9:00 PM at the Greco-Hertnick Funeral Home, 3219 Main Street, Weirton, where a wake service will be held at 3:00 PM. Funeral Liturgy with Mass will be held at 10:00 AM on Thursday, August 15 at St. Paul Roman Catholic Church. Interment will follow at Toronto Union Cemetery in Toronto, Ohio. Memorial contributions can be sent to St. Paul Catholic School, 140 Walnut Street, Weirton, West Virginia 26062. Share your tributes with his family at www.grecohertnick.com. Funeral Home: Greco Hertnick Funeral Home 3219 Main Street Weirton, WV US 26062

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  1. Dear Jackie,Karen and Marianne, You all know how I felt about your Mom and Dad. There was a little hole in my heart when your Mom passed in 1984 and now that hole is just a little bigger. Your parents taught me the meaning of giving without asking for anything in return. During my family’s darkest days they were there for us with friendship and support and compassion. I was fortunate to be able to visit with your Dad this past summer and feel sad that the next time I knock on the door he won’t be there to open it. Another door has opened for him and I know my Dad and Mr O’Brien and Mr Miller and Mr Carey and so many others have put the beer on ice for him! I would like to share a short poem that has special meaning for me especially since my own parents have passed on. Nothing GOLD Can Stay Nature’s first color is gold Her hardest hue to hold It’s such a lovely flower… but only so for an hour Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief So dawn goes down to day, NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY Always, Noel

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