Martha Head
in honor of John.
John always made me laugh, and it was so like him. He always thought of others first- trying to cheer up those around him. He loved Ann and his girls fiercely. If you were honored enough for him to call you his friend, you were blessed indeed. With him being from New York and me from Texas, it always amused me when he called me Mauther instead of Martha ( with a hard r). Precious, thoughtful and kind gentleman you were, sweet John. I’m thankful you lived because you made a difference in my life and everyone’s who knew you. My heart is sad, but I know you’re well and at peace now.
