In memorial of John Ira Loy. Please feel free to share stories, memories, or photos.
OBITUARY
John I. Loy, 78, of Wilmington, Delaware, died peacefully on June 13, 2019. Born September 23, 1940 in Knoxville, Tennessee, he was the only son of the late Ira M. Loy and Ruby Dyer Loy. He graduated from Central High School and attended the University of Tennessee, where he earned bachelor's and master's degrees in microbiology. In college, he played with the Pride of the Southland marching band and competed on the rifle team. He also... see moreJohn I. Loy, 78, of Wilmington, Delaware, died peacefully on June 13, 2019. Born September 23, 1940 in Knoxville, Tennessee, he was the only son of the late Ira M. Loy and Ruby Dyer Loy.
He graduated from Central High School and attended the University of Tennessee, where he earned bachelor's and master's degrees in microbiology. In college, he played with the Pride of the Southland marching band and competed on the rifle team. He also acquired a lifelong passion for photography and worked as a portrait, commercial, and wedding photographer.
After obtaining his master's degree, he worked as a microbiologist for the U.S. Army at Fort Detrick and various companies in New Jersey, Delaware, and New York before launching his career as a full-time photographer in the early 1980s. Under the business name of John Loy Photography, he became known for professionalism and technical excellence in architectural, advertising, commercial, fashion, industrial, portrait, and wedding photography. He served numerous distinguished clients including Drexel University and the law firm of Young Conaway Stargatt & Taylor, LLP.
During his life, he enjoyed marksmanship, fly fishing, bicycling, skiing, and sailing. He was especially close to dogs, beagles and basset hounds most of all. He was married to the late Christine Brown from 1965 to 1977, when they divorced. He is survived by his son and grandson.
To honor his memory, and in lieu of the expense of convening and attending a memorial service or sending flowers, please consider donating to Tri-State Basset Hound Rescue, https://www.tristatebassets.org/, from which John adopted two basset hounds and which placed his latest basset hound, Dudley, in a loving home after John became unable to care for him.
John was a beautiful human being. I spent a lot of time with him and could see his sensitivity and delicacy up close. He was a vera good friend who will always remain in my heart. I always will miss the interesting and intelligent chats we used to have!... moreJohn was a beautiful human being. I spent a lot of time with him and could see his sensitivity and delicacy up close. He was a vera good friend who will always remain in my heart. I always will miss the interesting and intelligent chats we used to have! I hope his loved ones who went before him are welcoming him with lots of love! less
True friendship lasts forever even after death. So it is with John. A family from India bonded with a family from United States. John and my husband Ernest got to know each other as they studied microbiology at U of Tennessee, Knoxville in 1964. ... moreTrue friendship lasts forever even after death. So it is with John. A family from India bonded with a family from United States. John and my husband Ernest got to know each other as they studied microbiology at U of Tennessee, Knoxville in 1964. John, his wife Chris and his parents were so kind to Ernest as he was alone. When I came back to join Ernest with our two daughters, he introduced us to John and his family. We were charmed by David who entertained us by singing. The one song I remember is "You are too good to be true" I wonder if David remembers that song. When Ernest passed away in 1985, John sent me a card that included a poem, which I will include at the end. Our friendship renewed after a long silence when I realized that John lived close to where my daughter and her family lived in Penn state. Every time I visited my daughter, John and I met for lunch or dinner. Occasionally, he joined us at family events. John is a down to earth man who lived his life as he wanted. I'll miss him much but the following poem consoles me.
In one sense, there is no death.
The life of a soul on earth lasts beyond his
departure. You will always feel that life
touching yours, that voice speaking to you,
that spirit looking out of others eyes, talking
to you in the familiar things he touched,
worked with, loved as familiar friends, He
lives on in your life and in the lives of all
others that knew him.
Angelo Patri
Kamala Anandam
Weston, Fl less
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