It is strange for me not to be able to express my thoughts of John, I who have been at the side of many families over the years as they grieved the loss of loved ones...what I feel about John is held in my memories of how we spent time together...boating, just talking, on the beach, about a lot of things...I was privileged to be with him when he found himself in love..to be involved in his weddings...to laugh with him...but never a sad moment...and now we must say good bye ,knowing that he now stands before God's throne of grace and one day we shall walk and talk once more..." let not your hearts be troubled, you believe in God, believe also in me..I go to prepare a place for you that where I am you may be also..." ...
John’s death diminishes all of us, his family, his friends, shipmates, and, yes, those inner-city youngsters at Camp Nissacone years ago. This thought borrows from John Donne’s “No Man Is An Island” Donne noted the death of any person diminishes us, However, this is particularly true of one whom we’ve known and who has earned our respect for how they lived their lives.
Though our contact with John was limited we knew him as a person who cared for others and was completely dedicated to whatever task was set before him. He seemed to us to be the kind of person you would have been glad to work alongside.
We are glad to have known John, one of our nephews, and only regret the lack of opportunity to be with him more often.
Dear Marcia, Marc, Steve,
Waverley and I would like to honor John's memory by participating in
the service on Thursday. That is not possible, though we wish it were.
We feel John's loss too and we've attached with this message an
expression of what John meant to us.
Please know that we love each of you and are proud to be known as
My brother, my best friend who will now live in my heart and soul. John went to be with our parents July 15,2007.
He loved the water and even worked on it for many years.
We didn't see each other very much over the years. He was drafted on day he graduated from college and sent to Viet Nam. He lived most of his life in Michigan.
I'm surprised we got out of our childhood but we did. We also both lived into our 60's!
I will miss his goofy email's and phone calls. BUT most importantly, I will miss his advice and wisdom.
Can we go home again? Maybe just for a moment...............
If you are ever going to love me, Love me now while I can know The sweet and tender feelings Which from true affection flow. Love me now while I am living. Do not wait until I am gone And then have it chiseled in marble Sweet words on ice-cold stone. If you have tender thoughts of me Please tell me now. If you wait until I am sleeping Never will be death between us And I won't hear you then. So if you love me, even a little bit Let me know while I am living So that I can treasure it
Can we go home again? Maybe just for a moment...............
John’s death diminishes all of us, his family, his friends, shipmates, and, yes, those inner-city youngsters at Camp Nissacone years ago. This thought borrows from John Donne’s “No Man Is An Island” Donne noted the death of any person diminishes us, However, this is particularly true of one whom we’ve known and who has earned our respect for how they lived their lives.
