MESSAGES
PHOTOS
WHAT WE'RE LEARNING FROM JOHN
JOHN'S LIFE
MEMORIAL GIFTS
RANDOM
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In the weeks and months to come, as we all try to make sense of John's untimely passing, it's safe to assume that John will come to visit. For some he may appear in a dream, full of laughter and possibly an explanation of what happened or where he is now. For others, it may be a sudden burst of understanding or the simple awareness that he is present. Whatever, however, wherever John appears to you, know that this is where you can come to share your experience. For myself, I hope the visits start sooner than later. (John, that's as clear an invitation as I can give!) Many blessings, Arielle Ford Please email your thoughts to kelalea@charter.net. I have been struggling with my computer for weeks and really just need to spend the money to get a new one. It is out-dated, slow and giving me havoc. I recently purchased a web-cam and it caused my computer to crash. Night after night I have been trying to restore the computer and make it work. I have pictures of John on my desk and I looked at the picture last night and said "Help me John".......I woke up this morning and the computer works, the webcam is active and all of the desktop icons were missing from the screen. All of them. I don't know how to do that!! John always said to me that he believed that having more than 4 icons on your desktop equals a cluttered mind. Thanks John for helping me. Amy Hallwood 12.18.04 A few days after learning of John's death, I happened to be looking for something in an old briefcase I'd stored in the basement. What I found instead was something I'd saved from long ago and more precious now than I could ever imagined it would be --on a bar napkin (a cliche, but nonetheless true) in John's handwriting was this: Capital Punishment What Would Jesus Do? I remember that he'd slipped it across the table one night as we sat together talking about everything in the Universe. This was on both our minds at the time. I took the napkin with me and laid it by my computer. As I logged on, I noticed that some music had been downloaded and minimized, probably by my young son sometime earlier in the day. Curious, I clicked on it. Out came the most wonderful song, Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try, no hell below us, above us only sky... At that moment I would have sworn that John Austin was standing right there behind me, his hand on my shoulder, that grin on his face... Rita Curtis |