John Thomas Everson

I met John when he worked security at Tweeds years ago. He reminded me so much of my dad, who was also named John, that I struck up a friendship with him there. Lovely man! May you find comfort in your faith and memories of him.

Dear Grandma and Mom,
I am sorry about your loss. When I think of Grandad, I think about him smiling and saying,"How sweet it is!" followed by a hearty laugh! He lived a long life and gave me the great gift of my mother Linda. For that, I am extremely grateful.

Dear Linda,Virginia, I was sorry to hear of Mr. Eversons passing. The first thing I thought about were childhood memories of the Milkman and the first motorcycle ride I ever had. He gave me a ride going under the train tressel toward Vinton when a train was going by and he told me to tell my parents a train ran over us. He liked to joke and was a friendly guy. Later when he worked for Foodlion he always asked how Mom was doing. She lives with Wayne now. She to was sad to hear of Johnnie's...