RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Big John - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Watching from beyond our sight, John is here, enjoying from
afar, what we are doing in memory of him.
Friends toasting and remembering him in unison, missing his
smile and gentle personality.
John's caring, respectful attitude touched all who knew him
here at the center.
John is deeply missed by all of us, yet his presence is felt
here today in joyful pleasure.
(11: 07 a.m. - 9/11/09)
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