When I think of you, John, I always see a photograph of you in my mind. You're about 8 or 9 years old and crawling under the cocktail table in your living room. I remember running all over your house playing tag and catching fireflies in your yard on a hot summer's night and being introduced to your Mom's goat while it sprayed pellets in the kitchen. You were and always will be so fun-loving. I hope you are rocking it, oh I know your are, on the other side. Until we meet again, play those baseball games, turn up the music, and let your spirit dance!
Richard and Andreu, I know John's passing is the hardest for the two of you. It is a deep gut-wrenching pain to suffer the loss of a father. Yet somehow we wake up the next day and keep moving on. As you both move on, may you focus on the best parts of your Dad. Let those parts grow inside of you and motivate you to move forward and live your life's plan to the best of your abilities. I know that is what he wants for you and I know he will always be watching over you. When he talked about you, I knew he loved you both to the moon and back. He still does.
Stephanie Fritz