A Lifetime of Love, Loss, and Gratitude: Remembering John “Ecky” Eckerfield

On October 7, 1979, tragedy struck when a car accident claimed the life of John Eckerfield, a young father, husband, and beloved friend. Just shortly before the accident, a photograph was taken — one that would become a lasting memory for Judy Bentley, who was only 22 years old at the time.

Judy, left to raise their two young sons, also suffered serious injuries in the crash, resulting in years of surgeries and casts on her left leg. The pain of that day has echoed through the decades, but after 47 years, she chooses not to cry anymore. Instead, she allows herself to remember the love they shared.

John Eckerfield, affectionately known as “Ecky,” was a man full of energy and passion. He loved riding motorcycles, racing dirt bikes, playing golf, shooting pool, bowling, and especially fishing. At 6 feet 2 and a half inches tall, he towered over Judy, who was just under 5 feet. “I barely came to his chest,” she recalled. “I used to be so proud walking beside him. I felt safe and secure.”

He had a lively spirit, was the center of every gathering, and was surrounded by countless friends. His funeral procession was one of the longest many had ever witnessed — a testament to the impact he left on those around him. Though not a man who celebrated many holidays, he always sent flowers on Sweetest Day. Even after his passing, the flowers he had arranged arrived, a final act of love.

Judy reflects on her life with a sense of gratitude, despite the pain. “Life has been cruel and sometimes kind,” she said. “But when I look over the course of my life, I see how many times I was blessed, starting with this man, John Eckerfield.”

Their sons, carrying their father’s nickname “Ecky,” grew up to follow paths of service and honor. Her oldest son served in the Marine Corps and retired after a distinguished career, while her youngest joined the National Guard and also served overseas. Both returned home safely.

“I am so proud to be the mother of his sons,” Judy said. “He left me two precious gifts — and I know he would be so proud of the men they’ve become.”

Forty-seven years later, the pain may have softened, but the love remains as strong as ever.