Our Loss

I am from Mount Hermon, Redwood Trees, and the sound of the train coming.

I am one who runs along the creek chasing the red canoe or to the Fountain for candy or a peppermint ice cream.

I am a Johnson. I have a rich heritage that grew from a mansion on Winding Way, four brothers, and a firm foundation.

I am a cousin and a niece who feels great loss today.

I have many snapshots of Uncle Earl. Wow! What a man he was. What a legacy he leaves.

Rest Well, Uncle Earl. You are loved by us left on this earth and forever in our memories.

Our Loss, Heaven's gain.