John DeRoche

So many fond memories...I was only 7 years old when he married my sister, Becky. He was such a huge part of our family. He helped our Dad with home improvement projects - and there were a lot of them in that old house. Our family would pack a picnic and go to Avery Island every Spring to see the Azaleas in bloom. We would have family gatherings all the time - large meals, BBQ´s, bon fires and many, many, many seafood boils! But the one time I will never forget was when John and my Dad decided to fry a turkey for the first time! I was just thankful they didn´t burn down Becky and John´s house! I am thankful to have had him as my brother. He will be missed.