Uncle John was indeed one special soul, a soul dearly missed by so many whose lives crossed his over the years, from his earlier years criss-crossing southern Alberta to his legion of fans at Father Lacombe a lifetime later.
Us cousins have so many fun memories of family vacations in the Okanagan, visits back to Braeside, (and Baba and Dedo) in Calgary, and especially John's cool downstairs den and office.
Our dad Arthur bragged of teaching John how to throw, catch and hit the ball, then being amazed and humbled by how quick his little brother's skills surpassed his own.
John owned third base, much to the chagrin of rival teams' batters, whose hopes of scoring he dusted with too much ease.
John's passage left a big hole in all our lives, and especially his beloved Jean, Leanne and Darryl.
But we all know where to find him.
Grinning at third base.
Love, Brent, Lynn and Leah
