John

The ten things I miss most about John

1)    His indomitable never-say-quit spirit.  For example, watching him win gold medals at State in snowshoeing because he never let up.

2)    The joy with which he approached almost everything in his life. We found a way to make most everything fun, and we didn’t worry much about the rest.

3)    The innumerable games we invented together.  Like launching Lincoln logs at plastic army soldiers.

4)    His fierce sense of self and his boundaries. Like defining the kind of hugs he preferred the night before his accident.

5)    His hugs and his greeting whenever I came home from work.

6)    Sitting next to him at dinner every night.

7)    Watching Bob Hope movies with him and then acting out the silly routines and laughing like hyenas.

    John’s immeasurable joy at Christmas and birthdays.  Every birthday I celebrate seems lessened since he died.

9)    Sitting next to him in church and watching him watch me sing.  I still can’t sing in church without him.

10) His bedtime routine when we decided which bad guy he would defeat and which heroine he would save in order to ensure he had good dreams.