Tony Abdon

Tony Abdon

1957 ~ 2026

Tony Lee Abdon, 68, of Greenup, passed away Tuesday, February 3rd, 2026. Leaving behind a life marked not by noise or spectacle, but by steadiness, work well done, and a deep, unquestioned devotion to home and family.

Born in 1957 to Roy Lee and Carroll (née Keeney), he was a 1975 graduate of Greenup County High School, where he played tuba and electric bass in the band program. Tony started work as a conductor with C&O Railroad and decades later retired from CSX as railroad conductor, a job that suited him just fine. Though that meant unpredictable work hours and nearly constantly being on call, the job required attention, reliability, and a calm temperament—traits he carried naturally. He avoided conflict when he could and preferred quiet competence to fuss. He was the kind of man others trusted simply by watching him work.

In retirement, Tony returned more fully to the rhythms he loved best: working on and caring for his family homestead, spending long stretches in his garage, and taking satisfaction in things built, fixed, or improved. He enjoyed target shooting, reading crime novels, and recently—and somewhat to his own amusement—keeping bees. That was just one of several retirement projects he took up as he shared his life with his wife, Regina, as they renovated the family farmhouse board by board and replenished the farmland. 

Tony was a steady presence for his entire family. He often was quiet and calm as a father, expressing love stoically but joyfully, the way some men do—by being there, by staying steady, by not leaving when things got hard, and by being ready with a joke or lighthearted comment. He was kind and amiable, quick to cut up with some people, and possessed of a soft spot for cookies in the middle of the night and a debilitating weakness for being tickled. More than one of his children and grandchildren learned early that approaching him with pointed fingers was a reliable way to send him hopping backward and recoiling for fear of being tickled.

He carried plenty of stories with him. As a young man, he played tuba and electric bass in the high school band and later played bass in a teenage rock group called Albatross, which the family lovingly—and relentlessly—referred to as “the bird that never flew.” Though he would never admit to liking piano lessons, his mother made sure he took them throughout childhood. As a result, there was always a piano in the house, and Tony would regularly play around on that piano, often when he thought no one was paying attention. Music mattered to him. He encouraged it in all of his children, leaving a legacy that still resonates. In later years, with Regina—herself a musician and music teacher—he would occasionally play at church, coaxed back into music by someone who knew how important it was to him.

Tony loved books almost as much as he loved quiet and tools. He nearly always had a novel in his hands—John Grisham, Stephen King, Tom Clancy, James Patterson, and plenty more. By example rather than instruction, he instilled in his children a deep love of reading that stayed with them into adulthood. 

He also had a knack for mishaps that became family legend. There was the time he turned the power-washer on Joe’s car when it caught fire in the driveway, responding not with panic but action. Or the off-road Jeep adventure where Joe repeatedly warned he was about to get sick, warnings Tony calmly dismissed—right up until the moment Joe proved him wrong all over the back seat. There was the day Holly, about seven years old, went shooting with him for the first time. When Tony explained that once he flipped the safety, the gun was ready to fire, she took that very literally and pulled the trigger while his hands were still on it, startling him so badly he nearly fell over. He laughed about that one for years. Or when he helped Brandon to replace the thermostat on his car. They made the repair, put everything back together, only to see gas spewing from the bottom of the engine. Tony dove under the car and reattached the gas line as he was showered in unleaded.  

He committed fully to the people he loved, ready to help his parents, his brother David, or others when needed. Once when he promised to help his brother, David, on a house project, he fell from the scaffolding, shattering his ankle, requiring surgery, crutches, and therapy. David offered him an aspirin. More dangerous than that was teaching Brandon to drive a 5-speed transmission on a hillside gravel road or surviving Holly’s sleepovers with friends. 

Some moments were quieter but no less telling. Once, Tony walked outside to find bullet holes in his truck, only to learn his own dad had placed stickers there as a joke. Tony left them on the truck for years. Another time, his father told him that whenever he shaved off his mustache, his face looked like “a monkey’s butt.” The mustache stayed. 

In recent years, Tony found a particular purpose in giving back to his parents with the same patience and devotion he gave to everything else that mattered. It delighted him to be useful, to be present, to return care where it had once been given.

As with all people, he was complex and, as with many people, could be stubborn. Every family member knows the sound of his frustrated scoffs, the tone of his “you know…” as a lead into what had been on his mind, and the almost audible shake of the head and slump of acceptance as he realized or accepted something that he may have already known and been trying to ignore. But these are the complexities of many people, and they never came from a place of malice, more often they emerged being tired and needing space, as can be expected from a person who lived his life on call and constantly for others.  

Tony is survived by his wife, Regina Abdon; his three children, Dr. Brandon Abdon (Angela Brown) of Owensboro, Joseph Abdon of Ashland, and Holly Abdon of Covington; his two step-daughters, Sarah (Shannon Mullins) of Pikeville and Amelia (Imran Aslam) of Louisville; his five grandsons, Hilton Abdon, Dorian Abdon, Hunter Mullins (Anna), Jude Mullins, and Reed Mullins; and his great-granddaughter, Lorelei Mullins.  

Tony is also survived by his loving mother, Carroll Abdon of Greenup; his brother, David Abdon of Greenup (Kathy); and a number of nieces, nephews, and cousins.  Tony was preceded in death by his father, Roy Lee Abdon; his first wife, Pam Abdon, with whom he shared his three children; and his step-son Seth Bartley.

Like all people, Tony was complex, but the essential things about him were never in doubt. His devotion to his home and his family ran deep and true. He lived without pretense, valued what mattered, and treated people kindly along the way.

At his service, the family will play Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Simple Man.” It fits. Tony lived simply, loved steadily, and showed those around him—without ever making a speech—what it meant to be a good man.

Funeral services for Tony will be at 2:00 PM on Sunday, February 8, 2026, at Wright’s Funeral Home in Greenup KY by Dr. Thomas Melvin.

Burial will follow in the Plum Grove Cemetery in Greenup KY.

Visitation will be after 6:00 PM on Saturday, February 7, 2026, and from 12 Noon till the time of the service on Sunday at the funeral home.

In lieu of flowers it is requested that donations be made to the Greenup First Baptist Church Building Fund P.O. Box 414 Greenup KY https://www.greenupfbc.net  

Wright’s Funeral Home in Greenup, KY. has been entrusted with the arrangements.

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