Thursday, September 11, 2025
My brother John was 17 when I was born and had left home to get on with his life. We didn't get to know each other until he called us one day and asked if it would be ok to come to Texas to visit with us. I told him I could not take any time off work. Sandy and I told John we would love for him to come and visit us. John came down the next week and we talked every night to early in the morning hours and I wondered why we had never done this before. In our late-night conversations, I came to know John, and he filled me in on his need for a lung transplant. He was very worried about what God had in store for him. We came to the conclusion we had to put our faith in God and if it was meant to be, a lung would be found. John met our oldest grandson Dylan who was 6 at the time and spent time with him while I was at work. John and Dylan worked on his bike that was in need of a lot of repairs. John went out and bought tires, tubes and brake pads. They worked together in the back yard putting the bike together. John taught him many things mechanical, and Dylan loved the attention. While John was here, he would take day trips to see the different sites that Texas had to offer. He went to the location where JFK was assassinated, He went down to the Alamo in San Antonio and also went to Buddy Hollys grave in Lubbock Texas. The time flew by quick, and he was on his way home. We really enjoyed the time we spent together, and we will miss him greatly. Our condolences go out the Rosemarie, Jack and Kirk.