Dan James Johnson

Miss you my friend. Memories of you continue on...

Dan. I can't believe that it's been 12 years since you left us. Saying goodbye was one of the hardest things we all had to do. I hope that you are catching all the fish in heaven my friend. Save some for me will ya? Miss you, but know you are in good company

When Dan was a young boy he loved to sing and perform. He made up plays and had Cathy in them, but he was always the star. He liked for us to come and watch. He joined in with the band at Cathy's wedding, and sang solos a few times. He had a good voice. He was a cheerful young man and always treated us warmly when we visited. He was my God-son. We loved him. Uncle Wayne and Aunt Helen

Still missed my friend. I always remember the funny stuff and then split my sides open laughing about them. Toenails @ Lake Simcoe is still my favorite one. Hope the trout are biting for you Man.

I lived next door to Dan and his family in the 70s. I was so sad to learn of his passing. I just found out 11 years later. We had so much fun together.

I have such fond memories of Dan as a most handsome, charming cousin with a wonderful personality. We never got to visit much over the years but those few times are very pleasant recollections.

My thoughts and prayers are with you at this time of such sorrow.

I was terribly sad to hear about Dan's sudden death. Life has gone by so fast that it seems like yesterday and we were all kids. My condolences to everyone in the family, especially Aunt Molly Ann. But remember I am sure Dan and Harvey Senior are up in heaven and will be drinking a beer (Dan) and that nasty scotch and milk (Uncle Harvey) watching football on any given Sunday. He's not gone, just gone ahead.

Our family are grief-stricken over our nephew Dan's sudden death. We were sorry we couldn't be there for all of you. We remember when Dan was a young lad visiting us here in Virginia, and we all had to leave a game or something on TV to go to the basement to watch Dan perform and sing his Dad's favorite songs. He was a great kid, and grew up to be an equally great young man. All of you are in our prayers. We love you Aunt Helen and Uncle Wayne Foor.

My Uncle Dan, he always called me 'Me Judes' and he was the only one that did! I love him very much and I hope you all know that he is looking down at us and smiling. He will be with all of us until the day we can see him again.