John and Barbara lived near my widowed mother, and they cared about her. Once when she was hospitalized with pneumonia, he came to see her. I remember how that big, handsome man with the sparkling blue eyes sat in the chair beside her bed, leaned forward, and earnestly said, "You can't die! You know, you just can't die! You're too good a neighbor and we don't want to lose you!"
He meant it. He touched her heart, and he made her laugh, and she spoke of his visit for the rest of her life.
He touched the hearts of everyone who was fortunate enough to know him, and he made us laugh. He was so proud of and thankful for Barbara and their beautiful family. He made the world a better place. God bless y'all.