Alcock, John G

John : one sock off, one sock on, my younger brother John. We shared bunks, toys. We walked to school together in our matching uniforms. We were Cub Scouts. Our passions took us across different landscapes but we shared similar interests : art, poetry, and ultimately the path of meditation. My jaw just hit the floor when you told me of your experiences within your wonderul soul. I admired you for having goals and striving for them. I like to live in small towns but you prefered the big cities. Now you are in my heart for good. Wherever I go I feel you are there and I still dream you are sleeping in the same room with me. We are brothers. You have moved on to more adventures and evolution and I hope someday our paths will cross again.

Oh John-John - How we all miss you and your beautiful smile! The little boy who carefully lined up his Corgi cars on his table mat at dinnertime and the young man who visited my home one Christmas and delighted me @ midnight on Christmas Eve with helping me to wrap his nephews' gifts. Your little place in San Francisco was decorated with your love and care and it was your home. The first evening I stayed there by myself Janice and I were relaxing after spending an afternoon with you following your first day in your comfortable hospice room. Suddenly, everything was shaking - Janice ran into the hallway....a neighbor said, It's an earthquake, but I think it's a small one - we're ok. The shaking stopped and the phone rang - it was you John. Calling his sisters to see if we were OK...then you said, in a calm brotherly fashion, I think it's just a 3.5 - not to worry, you will be fine. Well, I was still shaking but your reassurance has never been forgotten. When things get tough - I remember your calm voice and your soothing words - Not to worry - you will be fine. Love you forever John, Linda