John Charles Prida

  • Born: December 13, 1932
  • Died: November 16, 2016
  • Location: Brooksville, Florida

Brewer & Sons Funeral Homes

1190 S. Broad Street
Brooksville, FL 34601

Tel. (352) 796-4991

Tribute & Message From The Family

John Charles Prida, 83, of Brooksville went home to his Heavenly Father on November 16, 2016, under the loving care of his family and Hospice. Born in Tampa, Florida, John moved to Brooksville from the Palm Harbor area 20 years ago. He graduated from Jesuit High School in Tampa, where he held the state record for the Broad Jump. John served in the U.S. Army and then began a career in the construction business as a building contractor.

In 1974, John gave his life to Jesus Christ, whom he has followed faithfully ever since. His godly example has made an impression on his family and countless others. He served as a member of New Hope Assembly of God Church, where he played percussion instruments. He was an avid Gator fan, gifted carpenter, and prolific painter in oil, acrylic, and watercolor.

A devoted husband and loving Father, John enjoyed nothing more than spending time with his family. He is survived by his wife of 59 years, Betty, of Brooksville, FL; 5 Children: Lora Pancoast and her husband, Russ, of Brooksville, FL; Joanna Gerakios and her husband, Nick, of Winterville, NC; Mary Fairchild and her husband, Bill, of Largo, FL; Susan Chastain and her husband, Russ, of Ft. McCoy, FL; John M. Prida, and his wife, Alisen, of Longwood, FL; 8 Grandchildren and his sister Denise Shea and her husband, Ed of Brandon, FL.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to HPH Hospice, 12107 Majestic Boulevard, Hudson, FL 34667 (


Condolence & Memory Journal

Loved and appreciated the wonderful friendship between my husband Bill and I and John and Betty over the years. Many special times spent together. Bill passed on in 2013. I found out that John and Betty had passed on after the fact. Now, I' m wondering if this is correct about Betty. Their Family was exceptional. Lovingly, Dickie

Posted by Dickie Harris - Miami, FL - Friend   November 17, 2017

Dad's Hands
If you knew my Dad, then at some point you probably noticed his hands.
Dad's hands were king-size and strong, even until the end.
With his hands, Dad built the homes where my family grew. His hands were always busy building and fixing things.
Dad's hands gave generously, served humbly, and loved my mom tenderly, unselfishly, completely, unendingly.
With his hands, Dad held me when I was small, steadied me when I stumbled and guided me in the right direction.
If I needed help, I could always count on Dad's hands.
Sometimes Dad's hands had to correct me, discipline me, shield me, rescue me. Dad's hands protected me.
Dad's hands made beautiful things. As a self-taught carpenter, he crafted custom, purposeful furniture.
With brushes and strokes of color, Dad's hands painted masterpieces both great and small, from delicate watercolor blossoms to expansive mountain, land, and seascapes.
As a younger man, Dad cradled a football with those hands. Oh, how he loved that sport.
Dad dealt cards with his hands and played the bongos and tambourine. Oh, how that man loved percussion.
Dad and my brother took old rusty VW's and made them brand new with only their four hands.
And Dad danced, not only with his feet but this his hands and his whole body, including his bright, expressive face. And my Dad could really dance.
Dad's hand held mine when he walked me down the aisle. His hand gave me to my forever love, who, not surprisingly, is very much like Dad.
Dad's hands, I held them at the end. I didn't want to let go.
Dad's hands were the instruments of his great big, rugged-tender heart.
Dad's hands were strength.
Dad's hands were love.
He praised God with those hands.
And he prayed to the Father with those hands.
Dad's hands. They are like Jesus' hands to me.
--Mary Fairchild

Love you and miss you Dad!

Posted by Bill & Mary Fairchild - Largo, FL - Daughter   December 03, 2016

There are so many things I want to say to you. So many things that have been going through my mind. I think most people write things like this to read at funerals. I can't wait for that, and I know I could never make it through speaking when you are gone, I want you to know this now, I want you to know you are my hero, now and forever.

Dad, when I write about you I always say you are my hero, not because you rescued me from anything or took out a group of villains for me, or even climbed a mountain for me. You are my hero because everyday you lived for God and for your family. You have been faithful to that for as long as I could even recognize what it meant to be a dad, or a husband to my mom, or a grandfather to my kids. You are my hero not because you were physically strong, but because you have strength of character and commitment. You are my hero not because you could fix everything, but because you didn't have to. You are my hero not because you were brave and took care of me and your family, but because you showed us how to take care of others. You are my hero not because you always provided for me, but because you showed me how to work hard and give of myself. You are my hero not because you always put a roof over my head, but because you kept me safe and supported me while you did. You are my hero not because you were a carpenter, but because you were always ready to help us with our projects in life. You see dad YOU ARE A TRUE HERO TO ME.

Dad, are you perfect? No, none of us are, but God gave me the perfect dad for my life. I have never doubted your love for me. I've never doubted if you would be there for me, you have always been constant in my life. Dad, I love you more than you know and I am so thankful I have been able to spend so much time with you, the good and the bad. You are funny and caring, strong and daring, you are stubborn and smart, and super good with art. But most of all you will always be forever in my heart.

Posted by Lora Pancoast - Brooksville, FL - Daughter   November 29, 2016

Although we didn't have the privilege of meeting your father, we can see the legacy he left as we see the pictures of the beautiful family he has left behind who share his love and devotion to the Lord, and the wonderful gift of creating an image of God's creations on canvas and developing it to bring pleasure to others, being a faithful servant to God, a faithful husband and a faithful father to his children. You are surely blessed to have so much in your heart to hold on to and to cherish until you meet with him again.

Posted by Dick and Carol Rogers - Brooksville, FL - Friend   November 21, 2016

John was an inspiration to us in his faith and talent. We will miss his smile!

Posted by Clinton Waggoner - Brooksville, FL - Friend   November 21, 2016

From an old friend Rest in peace John.

Posted by Joe Spoto - Tampa, FL   November 19, 2016

Bon Voyage John. I know you will be missed. Our deepest sympathy to your family and to our mutual friends.
Jerry Garcia

Posted by Jerry Garcia - Tampa, FL - Student   November 19, 2016

Offering our deepest condolences during this difficult time.

Posted by The Brewer Family Funeral Homes and Cremation Services - Brooksville, FL   November 19, 2016

The HOLY Spirit will be the comfort for Betty and Family. John was so loved. Our loss, Heaven's gain. love you, Betty. Dickie Harris

Posted by Dickie Harris - Miami, FL - Friend   November 18, 2016

John was a joyful classmate as we went through grade school at Sacred Heart Academy and high school at Jesuit High School in Tampa. We were on the football team as well and in our senior year due to circumstances, John was one of our coaches: he never lost that title of coach with our classmates.

We, his classmates, will miss a friend who always was a joy to be with at our many class reunions.

RIP. May his soul rest in peace.

May God continue to bless Betty and their wonderful family.

Posted by Paul Devlin - Avon Park - Classmate   November 18, 2016

John Prida was not just a brother-in-law he was my best friend, especially when we lived close together in Florida. John always had something good to say about others, and I never heard him use foul language. He was never to busy to talk to you, and the Golden Rule must have been given to him when he was born. I will miss John very much ----
Bob Breslo

Posted by Bob Breslo - Rio Verde, AZ - Family   November 18, 2016

Rick and I will always remember the sound of the tambourine and John Prida's smile....praying God's comfort and peace on the family until you are reunited in Heaven.

Posted by Sue Sapp - Brooksville, FL - Friend   November 18, 2016

Family Album

My handsome daddy and beautiful mom. She always looked at him adoringly. Their love is unending. Dad you will be missed so much. I love you!