John Charles Thomas Langsted

John and I met each other in 1958 at Fort Ord, CA during our army basic training. We became good friends and continued our friendship when we were both transferred to Fort Carson, CO. Our friendship continued through our service time. We visited the San Francisco Bay Area when on leave when I met his brother Clyde. John was an usher at my wedding in Richmond, CA. Marge and I lost track of John over the years but he was never far from our thoughts. A couple of years ago I typed his name in...

Dear Uncle John. Today I vowed that I would not cry while writing an entry in your guest book...but I see that no matter how hard I am trying, my vow has been broken. Even though its difficult to see through tears, I will press onward. Whoever said that cowgirls don't cry obviously never had an Uncle that is so dearly loved and now painfully missed. Throughout my life you were many things to me...an encouraging word when I needed one, believing in me when others could not, showing me what...

We dont have enought words to describe what kind of lovely person was our dear JOHN. John when we moved to Arno Ct. we were completly strangers and since the first days you showed us your kindness and made us feel like if were old friends already, with the time we adopted you and our lovely Joan as part of our family, because of the love that you gave us, you were a very special person and we feel proud to say that we had the honor of calling you our friend Thank you for all your love and...

I here all the stories about when we moved to Las Vegas and how we met John and Joan. Days after we arrived my father said that he would put in a lawn and John had said he had some machines in his garage. My dad went to see the machines and he said he liked them and asked how much John wanted for them. John replied that he wanted nothing. From the moment they had met us they loved us like family, that I will never forget. Joan one day was holding a dalmation stuffed animal, and she called me...

Since the first time we met you, we were like blood family. All these memories with you were like dreams filled with joy. All this time with you was like having a banana split. My family and I still remember when you left Las Vegas, we were very sad, but knew it was neccesary. I remember through the phone you said you would come for Thanksgiving day. Even if I was really hoping for you to come, it´s better to rest in peace than to suffer, I love you.

I still find it hard to believe you are gone. I will never forget the day you drove up with Mike to you new home in Everett. I think from that moment on we all knew you were home. You can now move on and be with the ones you have loved and missed so greatly over the years. It would be selfish for us to not want that for you. Until we meet again...

I met John when I was a teenager. My Mom and sister both worked at the Crabapple Restaurant and knew him well. He happened to have the same birthday as my Dad did and came to the house to meet him. After that they were very good friends. John was my first boss when I went to work at the Crabapple in my Senior year, and I met my husband Mike there. He would come in and see John and have dinner and also went to work there part time.
It was a pleasure being part of the family for over...