dearest john

You are gone; left this Earth here in this November, just as you said the docs predicted it might be, way back in the year prior.

Everything seems wrong, yet right.

I, and I know I speak for Breezy, barely knew you, kind Sir, but feel we knew you on a level truer than we do many friends we spend many happy-hours with...

Though we never met, your soul and spirt was shown to us across the distance from your small hometown in Mississippi to our large Dallas metroplex. 

Both were visible in your hands, whether petting a dog or uniquely strumming a guitar. Your soulful eyes with an eye for others' emotions was visible in your art. Your innate southern gentleman persona could not hide under the occasional political Facebook tirade, even not giving a fuck, or two, just two days before you left us.

It's ironic that Breezy had posted about the power of social media to connect us - strangers - in the most unexpected and amazing ways. And that Helen and Joe proposed we bring you to Dallas next visit, next spring... We were all, all in.

Now, we are sad. We will be for a long, thought-provoking while. 

But we are happy knowing that you loved, leaving in a place so special to you. We hope you felt how special you were to us.