My Sister, Terry, called me a few moments ago. She informed me that a very dear friend of mine, John Bean, passed away yesterday. Today is my Father's birthday or would be if he had not passed away 37 years ago.
I don't have any more info at this time, except that John was to have passed away yesterday from cancer. I never knew he had cancer, he never said a word to me.
John and I dated for several years, until he moved to Southern Missouri for a job. But we kept in touch. I always thought that he and I would eventually get back together. While we dated he had asked me to marry him, and I said yes, but it just never happened. John and I had a lot of fun together, and I will really miss him. He was a very unique person, one-of-a-kind. He's the one that taught me to go tubing down the river, and he's the one that took me deer hunting. He and his Brother would make the most delicious deer bratwurst....oh so yummy. John loved to watch lightening storms. He had a small camper that we would lay in for hours watching the lightening storms light up the sky through all the windows in the camper.
I had sent him a Christmas card, but it was returned to me a couple weeks ago. I didn't understand why. John had a nickname for me. He called me "Hide", as in a deer hide.
Time for me to take a break and go cry a spell.