John Egan

Miss you my friend.

One time, my father was delivering leftover Thanksgiving fixings to my apartment---but I didn't wake when he knocked on the door. So, he did the next most sensible thing, and reached through my open front window as I crept from my bed to see what the sounds in the living room were. I screamed some expletives, unsure who was on the other side of the window until I heard his distinct "hehehe." I opened the door and embraced him, of course, but I also made sure to keep my front windows closed and locked from there on out!

RIP John. I so enjoyed our FB posts . My sincere condolences to Sean and his siblings.