Kent Bernarr Herron
Kent Bernarr Herron, 70, of Melbourne, passed away December 13, 2025.
Ken was born on November 7, 1955, to Walter Benjamin Herron and Jean Herron (Sweet), in Norton, Virginia. His family moved to Melbourne in his youth, where he resided for the rest of his life. After high school, he began working at Radiation (later named Harris Corporation), where he remained for 40 years. Ken loved his job and worked hard his entire life to give his family the life he always wanted for them.
He met his “better half,” Elaine Herron (Caddell), in 1979, and married her in August of 1980. He said, “I have only asked God for two things: One was to let me have Elaine, and for him to take me before her. I love her more than life itself.”
His only child, Melissa Beth Wood (Herron), was born ten years later in March of 1990. He loved her “more than all the stars in the sky.”
He would go on to have three grandsons whom he loved dearly: Stetson Herron, Bryson Wood and Grayson Wood.
Ken used to write in a wrestling column, The Observer, and was known among his wrestling friends as “Klon.” As an avid wrestling fan, he attended shows throughout Florida and the East Coast, many times attending with his good friend Ron Lemieux. He would jokingly give his daughter, Melissa, a Ric Flair action figure every Christmas. He loved watching football, especially the Raiders and Alabama, and singing loudly to the outlaws of country, oldies and the blues. Ken also enjoyed checking out new books from the library, watching classic movies, collecting recipes he would never cook, and falling asleep with a remote in his hand.
The world feels quieter without him, but his presence is still felt with the ones he loved.
Ken always had a story to tell, usually a big, long, drawn out one. He was known for them. Ken’s stories and laughter will live on in the hearts of those fortunate enough to have known him.
His daughter Melissa requests any stories of her Dad whether funny, crazy, or simple, to be shared with her. Please send them to [email protected].
“When a man’s stories are remembered, then he is immortal.” – Big Fish


