Jerry Johnson

It's been two years now. It seems like yesterday; and, it seems like an eternity. The frogs are singing, and the fig trees are blooming. The mourning doves greet me each afternoon, and the smell of fresh rain envelops me. I feel you in all of it.

I know that you are alive with our Savior, and you are alive in our hearts. We miss you so much. But, I know that you aren't sick; you aren't hurting; you are running and dancing and fishing. I can only imagine the beauty in God's garden, and...

It's been two months, Daddy, and I am missing you.

Your "Little Buddy" turned 21 this weekend. He is missing you.

Mom hung some of your plants on the front porch and fed your birds. She is missing you.

Ginger is getting ready to move, and she is missing you.

I sat outside this morning and watched the bluebirds, missing you.

I know where you are, and I know we will see you again one day... but today, we are missing you.

Our sincere condolences to the family of this great man. I loved working for him as a teacher and appreciated his methodology. He was an inspiration for the students and staff.

RIP Bootsie.