Dear Aunt Nancy, Suzanne, Rex & Marc, Uncle John may not have been my blood relative, but as a young boy he opened his heart and the Davis's always felt part of your family. Dorothy Davis, my mother worked with you for many years. As a boy, I experienced the reality of home life of a busy doctor. It was expected since he was such a wonderful caring man. I remember fondly how often parties were interrupted by a sudden phone call. He slipped out quietly and we carried on. Eventually he would quietly appear standing in the corner of the kitchen, observing his family and friends with love in his eyes. When someone noticed he would smile, give generous hugs and carry on like he never left. How often would we be all busy chatting and realize he was catching 40 winks. Then discretely he would insert a relevant joke or pun and he'd carry on with the converstion like he never missed a word. Well my dears, Uncle John has been called away to serve yet again. As always he would have loved to stay. He trusts us to all carry on with living our lives the best way possible while he is away. We surely miss him as we always did. How much he loved to party! I know his spirit is lovingly nearby you all. He was my hero!