Maureen and Family
The time has moved ahead slowly and yet I still hurt and I hurt for you all. The outpouring of community grief and love for John should affirm what you already so deeply know, that he was a good and decent man.
I recall like yesterday our coming of age years that began on the 4th grade playground at SSPP and continued on to the classrooms and cross country courses at Salpointe.
Every March while in grade school we'd ride our bicycles to baseball spring training at Hi Corbett to get autographs and try and sneak in (sorry John) to see our favorite players.
I shared these stories and more with my son Matthew, who affectionately knew John as "John the Judge," especially after he welcomed us to his chambers one day and let Matthew wear his robe for a few minutes. It made a lasting impression on that then ten year old.
So we will ache and smile and cry and remember always. And we are better persons for being able to call your dear John a friend. Joy and I share your deep loss and we offer you our love and support as time unfolds.
Save a spot for me, John. I promise not to try and sneak in.
Class of 1961, SSPP
Class of 1965, SCHS