Malcolm Johnson

For all the Saints who from their labors rest . . . sing on . . .

Malcolm remained a loyal, lifelong friend to both my Mother and Father. Throughout my adulthood, I was grateful for his friendship and loving acceptance of me and my life partner Larry. He was excellent at channeling his strong faith and optimism to serve as an effective community leader in which he lived for almost a century. Malcolm always had a new joke to share with friends. An accomplished tennis player, he was a model of good sportsmanship whether he won or lost. He unabashedly...

Malcolm was a rare man, honored by all who knew him as a father and friend. We will all miss him.

Grandpy lived a heck of a life. Let us all be so blessed.
I meet Grandpy on only 4 or 5 occasions and thoroughly enjoyed every one. He drove a hearse cross-country in the 1920s, fought at Okinawa (his ship shot down several dozen planes and suffered no casualities), started a big firm, traveled the world, and was a happy/optimistic guy to the very end. He gave me and Carter some very sound advice, "Never have 2 strokes."
He will be missed.