John is the man on the end. Everyone of those widows sitting before him would dance to get to know him better...they just wish he was older!!! He is pictured with Preston and I at the farm in front. John married my GrandDad's Niece, Lois, who also passed from Cancer not very long before my Mom. John is a saint. MY SAINT. He lives over 2 hours away from GrandDad in a town called Wireton on the water. He had an ugly fall the week before, but still he came. And once I called him to tell him, he made sure to keep in touch with me to see what I needed. Even though we aren't really related by blood...it's better than blood...we choose each other. His heart and goodness are such a comfort. I have come to rely on his checking in on GrandDad over the years...and me. His life profession was in social work. He couldn't have picked a more suited profession. His gift is truly in tending to people and just being there for them. I love you John. Thank you for the calls, for coming, and for loving us.
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