Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Dear Debra and Family,
I didn't have the pleasure of knowing your father extremely well, but one thing I did know is that I liked him very much. I could tell he was a fine man just by virtue of knowing his daughter very well, and by looking into his eyes and seeing goodness.
One of my memories was from about 2002-2003, when he would drive Deb & I to the train station from the house on occasions when I would have dropped my Honda for service at PS Honda. He could've let us walk, but that was not an option, even though he was still working at the time.
Debra, my dearest friend, you used to tell me how your father would drop you at the train often, how you and he were very much alike, and how very connected and close you were – which you remained until the end, not surprisingly.
On the occasions I met John, he was always glad to see me; even though we had met for brief periods only a handful of times, he always called me by name and knew just who I was – and what I meant to his daughter and vice versa, I suspect. I see his kind face and feel his firm, welcoming handshake to this day; these are the memories I will cherish of John.
May Almighty God Bless John’s Immortal Soul, and may He cherish John in His kingdom; may John look out over his wife and children from Paradise, and may his suffering on earth have ended.
The world was a better place for those lucky enough to know your father.
Love,
The Flecks
