9/20/65 - 12/21/80

John was a warm gentle soul. He had so many friends who helped to brighten his days with cards, letters, and visits as he endured this disease. He fought long and hard with his battle of brain cancer. He taught us all great lessons of courage, love and most of all trust. He had three craniotomies over a five year period. He had to go thru the radiation treatments, chemotherapy, and most of all the pain. Still he lost his battle to cancer. He left a void in our home and especially in our hearts that can never be replaced. He was so loved by his brother Kyle, who was eleven at the time of John's death. It tore his heart out to watch his brother on a daily basis..die, as it did his mom and dad. He may be physically gone from our home, but the warm memories of him remain and will for all the days of our lives. He will always be alive in our hearts. We love you "bub" and will forever.

"To Be With You Again"
Author unknown
We think of you in silence
And often speak your name,
But all that's left to answer
Is your picture in a frame.
If we could have one lifetime wish,
One dream that would come true,
We would pray to God with
all our hearts
For yesterday and you!
If tears could build a stairway
And heartaches make a lane,
We would walk our way to
To be with you again!

This is an excerpt from a poem written by his brother Kyle, after Johnís death. Kyle loved his brother deeply. It broke his heart to watch him leave us.:

On the first day of winter, the final leaf fell; The branches brittle, no longer felt, and the wind failed to pass through and out. Existence has ended; blackness and cold moved about. Was he somewhere: Was he anywhere?

In a field of flowers, one that grows ugly and wrong thrives on the sun and sucks the nutrients from the virgin soil; to remain day after day. The most beautiful flower however, comes today and blooms a wonderful light, yet by night it is gone; never seen and we are left with many ugly flowers, and only memories of beauty. And I cry to whomever; is this fair?

Kyle A. Poe

There are memíries meant for sharing
And others meant to keep,
Some lie just beneath the surface,
Still others hidden deep
Some are filled with laughter,
Others hold a tear,
Some are sweet and gentle,
And some remember fear.
Some are of the good times,
Some are of the bad,
Some still make me happy,
But some still make me sad.
As day to day I travel
Upon lifeís golden quest
I feel with all my being
Iíve been most richly blest.
For once within my lifetime
There was a deep-felt joy,
And always Iíll remember-
I loved a special boy.

An excerpt from a poem written about John
By M. Miller, R.N.,
Who loved him as though he were her child.
Poems may not be copied

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