John Paul Bourdon

John, I know you were always a loving husband, father, son, and brother. May Our Lord and The Blessed Mother give you comfort and peace for eternity, John. And may your wonderful wife, children, and your extended family be comforted in knowing you are in the protective arms of our Savior now and forever.

John will always have a special place in all my happy memories remembering all the puns we shared! He was a wonderful, good friend! May he be happy forever in Heaven!
May God bless and watch over his family!
Love, prayers, and hugs!! Ann Marie

You will be missed. You were a great dad and supported both Sarah and David through their adventures adding advice of course but humor. I always enjoyed when you brought David to lessons. I got to see and talk to you. Thank you for all the support you have given to all of us who were able to be called your friend.

As a child, I really looked up to my older cousin, John Paul - literally! This memory of him always warms my heart:
About 55 years ago, when I would have been about 8 years old, my father (John Peter) drove our family up to the Bourdon home on Mineral Springs Road, as he often did, for a visit. But on this occasion, it was winter. A deep snow surrounded the house, glazed with a thick, tough, smooth ice. He parked at the driveway entrance, at the bottom of that steep, slick hill, and discharged his passengers to make their way to the warm greeting that awaited in the house.
We southern cousins never owned proper winter gear. I wondered and worried: How would I get to the door? The lawn was a tilted skating rink and the driveway was impassible...
And then comes John Paul to our car, most likely to help get our car up to the parking area. He punches deep post-holes through the ice layer and into the snow with every step. And I now have my solution!
I marched, raising a foot high with each step and placing it into a foot-deep (probably even deeper) boot-print. Following the trail blazed by my big and capable cousin, I reached the safety and joy of Aunt Fran´s kitchen.
This is my earliest memory of cousin John Paul blazing a trail for me, but definitely not the last.
Love you John Paul, and miss you<3
Cousin Mary Fran.

I met John and his pal, Larry Spadaccia, in the late 70´s while a student at RIT. John loved to grill outside winter (yes, even in blizzards!), spring, summer and fall. When he wasn´t grilling, he´d most likely be eating raw onion sandwiches, something I could never wrap my head around (and still can´t to this day!). And I will always cherish the memory of he and I talking late into the evening after downing quite a few beers. He professed his love for "a gal from back home" named Claudia. He was missing her terribly. I was thrilled to learn that he´d married her because I knew just how much she meant to him. RIP John.