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July 17, 2018

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July 28, 2017
One of the earliest memories I have of my dad was walking through the old Miller's grocery store in Thornton hand in hand. I don't know why I remember that. Maybe it was the happy feeling of just being with my dad, my little hand in his big one as we walked. I was blessed with a dad who always made me feel secure and loved. He was not a man of many words sometimes, but when he spoke we listened. I have many wonderful family memories, whether it was vacations, holiday gatherings or just time spent at home with each other. I will always miss you dad. Mom told me that every night when you gave her a kiss you said " I love you Irene . Always have and always will." You two were meant to be together for so many happy years. You will always be in my heart Dad. I love you.
March 14, 2017
John was my grandpa. I will miss him so much. I am very thankful that he got to meet and get to know my daughter Raven. She loved her great poppop as she called him. I can't turn on the t.v. and watch golf without thinking about him and smiling. Or now when I hear a wind chime I think of my grandparent's backyard growing up and the chime he made. The day after he passed away I remember looking over to the corner of my room and seeing the toy box he made me...has my name and a picture of the smurfs painted on it...and smiling. I will miss him so much.
March 13, 2017
I can say heroes do exist and so does true love because of my Grandpa John Marion Williams. Right now it's hard to think of not having the opportunity to sit and talk with him again. One of my favorite things about my grandpa was his soft chuckle he would let out when he thought something was funny. It wasn't a quite a full laugh. To me my grandpa was someone who could do anything. He was a gardener, a builder, photographer, pilot, writer, family historian, golfer, war hero, mechanic, and most important of all my Grandpa.
My memories of him include him being the ultimate tease, loving sweets, falling asleep to Bonanza on mute, and the stories of the mischief he got into when he was young boy in Oconee.

One of my last memories is of him with my daughter/his great granddaughter Autumn. They couldn't get enough of teasing each other when we went to visit my Grandparents. On one of our last visits Autumn would slip out of her chair and go over to where he was always seated at the kitchen table. When she refused to eat her Pumpkin cake Grandpa began to slowly tug the plate away from her and she immediately had a renewed interest in the cake. He let out the laugh I loved to hear so much and let Autumn reprimand him with repeated chatter about how it was her cake. She still goes to his picture in our living room and says Grandpa.

You will live on in our memories and stories Grandpa. We are so proud of the family you built and the value you instilled in our family.
February 16, 2017
When its quiet and I reflect upon my life and the people I've known, my thoughts inexorably drift to my dad. A tear comes to my eye and I think about how much I miss him. For a moment I can't believe he's really gone, but after a little more reflection, I see he's still here.

I see his reflection in my mom, the woman he was married to for 72 years. I see his hand in the family he helped create. I see his presence in his children and grand children and great grand children. I see his sacrifice in the country we live in and the country he fought for. When I pass a mountain lake, I'll see my dad in his waders fishing at the edge of that lake. Kids out playing baseball will remind me of those summer evenings when dad would play catch and baseball with us after dinner. When I see a chess board, I'll see a dad long ago playing chess with a young boy. When it snows I'll see dad's massive snow forts and snowballs that were too big for little hands.

Occasionally I think about how I got started in a career that's been so good to me and I think back to a dad who fostered and encouraged a little boy's interest in electronics and technology. Sometimes at night I think about bedtime many years ago, when we'd run out and kiss our parents good night before going to bed.

Good night and rest in peace dad.