My dear friend John thank you for making the long, hard days a little easier. Your ability to see the good in almost everything was humbling & taught me so much about humanity & compassion. I will hold our afternoon debriefs close, your calls of “help my computer is broken” I can still hear - thankfully there are no tricky computers in heaven. You will be missed but I am sure your beautiful girls who you always talked about with such pride will keep your memory alive.
Rest easy now & as you always said “go well” xxx
John, a true gentleman. Meeting you through your times at the Vintage Motorcycle Club (Albany Section) rides was a pleasure. I hope what we spoke about is true for your next journey. Ride safe my friend.
"Gone from my sight" I am standing upon the Seashore. A Ship at my side spreads her white Sails to the moving Breeze and starts for the blue Ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone"
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in Mast, hull and spar as when she left my side. And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined Port. Her diminished size is in me ...... not in her.
And just at that moment when someone says, "There, she is gone" there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"
And that is dying...
Dear Rev John, your kindness, spiritually and emotionally, will never be forgotten by me. Rest in Eternal Peace....
From the moment I met John he had these infectious smile and a kindness that I was immediately drawn to.
Over time from the work greetings and goodbyes, we discovered that we both had a passion for photography. Often, we would comment on the day and how great the sunrise was on our way to work. I remember John telling me how he got a drone – so excited, and the occasion when he was going with his friend in his plane to take incredible photos up of the salt lakes – and yes they were spectacular.
It’s not often that people leave a permanent place in your heart – but John was one of these.
John was one of the nicest blokes you could meet, he was a true gentleman. We went out for a ride earlier this year to Denmark via Spencer Rd, Denbarker Rd, John loved his motorbikes, conversation, and taking wonderful pictures with his drone. I remember when John test rode a Ducati I was selling, he puttered around town then ended up buying my touring bike. He rang me a few weeks later and said, I don't really want another touring bike, I said take the Ducati for a long, winding ride, he loved the bike, so we swapped the tourer back for the Ducati. Rest in Peace John, no more pain.
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My dear friend John thank you for making the long, hard days a little easier. Your ability to see the good in almost everything was humbling & taught me so much about humanity & compassion. I will hold our afternoon debriefs close, your calls of “help my computer is broken” I can still hear - thankfully there are no tricky computers in heaven. You will be missed but I am sure your beautiful girls who you always talked about with such pride will keep your memory alive.
Rest easy now & as you always said “go well” xxx
John, a true gentleman. Meeting you through your times at the Vintage Motorcycle Club (Albany Section) rides was a pleasure. I hope what we spoke about is true for your next journey. Ride safe my friend.
"Gone from my sight" I am standing upon the Seashore. A Ship at my side spreads her white Sails to the moving Breeze and starts for the blue Ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone"
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in Mast, hull and spar as when she left my side. And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined Port. Her diminished size is in me ...... not in her.
And just at that moment when someone says, "There, she is gone" there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"
And that is dying...
Dear Rev John, your kindness, spiritually and emotionally, will never be forgotten by me. Rest in Eternal Peace....
From the moment I met John he had these infectious smile and a kindness that I was immediately drawn to.
Over time from the work greetings and goodbyes, we discovered that we both had a passion for photography. Often, we would comment on the day and how great the sunrise was on our way to work. I remember John telling me how he got a drone – so excited, and the occasion when he was going with his friend in his plane to take incredible photos up of the salt lakes – and yes they were spectacular.
It’s not often that people leave a permanent place in your heart – but John was one of these.
Rest easy my friend, you will be missed x
John was one of the nicest blokes you could meet, he was a true gentleman. We went out for a ride earlier this year to Denmark via Spencer Rd, Denbarker Rd, John loved his motorbikes, conversation, and taking wonderful pictures with his drone. I remember when John test rode a Ducati I was selling, he puttered around town then ended up buying my touring bike. He rang me a few weeks later and said, I don't really want another touring bike, I said take the Ducati for a long, winding ride, he loved the bike, so we swapped the tourer back for the Ducati. Rest in Peace John, no more pain.
John- a kind , wonderful true gentleman. Two beautiful , lovely daughters you can be so
proud of! Forever remembered.