Dakota “Kody” Kinkton was born aboard NAS Jacksonville, FL and grew up around the Navy base in Orange Park, FL. He attended high school at Orange Park High, joining the Navy in 2012. Kody dreamed of being a mechanic when he was older and worked as an aviation mechanic aboard NAS Jacksonville. He loved motorcycles, trucks, bonfires, fishing and all things outdoors. “He was the best kid ever,” said his mother, Laura. “He was every mother’s dream: responsible, loving and smart and oh, so handsome.” Kody is remembered by his wife, Morgan, children Levi and Alli Jane, his mother and stepfather, Laura and Michael, his father and stepmother, Bob and Beth as well as two siblings Kelsey and Gunner. “We were and still are so proud of who he was as a person and a sailor. We miss him every day.”
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Preston Miles Mitchell born to Ida and Jeffery Mitchell on November 22,1995 as young boy Preston was always thinking about others and how he could help. He was focus on doing something great being the best person he could be. And with that goal in mind he decided to join Navy where Faith, Courage and Service with Honor would propel him. There were no other Petty Officer 2nd Class could replace a friendly, determined hard working, loveable young man. He was proud of his accomplishments as a Petty Officer 2nd Class. God chose Preston to depart this earth at early age on June 2, 2021.His sudden death has left a void in all of our lives but will forever be proud of Preston. Neither time or reason will change the way I feel. Be there in my heart always.---Till we meet Again Son---
Love Mommy and Family.
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Thank you for the years of happiness you gave me. And even if today, you no longer find in this world, your memory will remain within my heart and therefore you will always continue to live. You live in the hearts and memory of those who love you. When we remember you sometimes we cry and sometimes we smile remembering the moments lived with you and your absence hurts too much but it comforts us to think that now you no longer have pain or suffering in this world. A huge kiss to heaven I wait for the day she votes to be together to hug you again. Every moment shared I will carry forever as a treasure in my memories and in my heart. Don't forget that you live in the hearts of those who love you.
Gracias por los años de felicidad que me regalaste.
Y aunque hoy, ya no encuentres en este mundo tu recuerdo seguirá dentro de mi corazón y por ello tú siempre seguirás viviendo.
Vives en los corazones y en la memoria de los que te amamos.
Al recordarte aveces lloramos y aveces sonreímos recordando los momentos vividos junto aty tu ausencia duele demasiado pero nos consuela pensar que ahora ya no tienes dolor ni sufrimiento en este mundo.
Un beso enorme al cielo espero el día en que vota estar juntos para volver abrazarte.
Cada momento compartido lo llevaré por siempre como un tesoro en mis recuerdos y en mi corazón. No olvides que vives en los corazones de quienes te amamos.
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PO1 Robert “Rob” Adams grew up in Evansville, Indiana and joined the Navy in 2001. After completing basic submarine school in Groton, CT, he served on the USS Pasadena at Pearl Harbor, HI, as a communications technician. While in Hawaii, Rob met his wife, Daisy. After a heart problem took him out of the submarine, they moved to Great Lakes, IL, while Rob trained to become an electronics technician and welcomed their first child, a daughter, Aniela. They eventually returned to Hawaii when Rob was assigned to the USS Hopper. While there, Rob and Daisy welcomed their second child, Trent. Rob’s final assignment was aboard the USS Rushmore at San Diego. Through his youth, Rob played multiple sports rooted for the Boston Bruins, New England Patriots, and the Boston Celtics. He also loved to play video games, but most of all he loved his family and friends. Rob is remembered by his wife, Daisy, his children, Aniela and Trent, his sister Gennie, his brother Rick, his step brother Tim Denton, his stepfather and mother Tim and Diane Denton, and his father Anthony Adams.
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“Thank You” was the last thing you said to me in person on Friday, April 27th, 2012. As I completed my checkout process from my first duty station, You thanked me for the work I put in under your leadership as a shop supervisor. However, I should be the one who should say “Thank You”. I want to thank you for leading me when I was a clueless Airman. Your demonstration of responsibility and ownership for every success and failure paved me a path to follow. I want to thank you for throwing me to night shift and forcing me to gain hands-on training.I want to thank you for shielding me from workplace politics and allowed me to thrive at my rate.I want to thank you for dropping me off on my first detachment. That very moment in your white Toyota pickup, I felt safe like having an older brother.I want to thank you for trusting me by signing me up for various detachments and allowing me to run the show while I was only an Airman. I want to thank you for training me and made me promote through the ranks.I want to thank you for the mean jokes because that made me develop a thick skin.I have so many thank you to say, but nothing more important than this; I want to thank you for accepting me. When I see you again, I will thank you and hangout with you.
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