John Eastman R.I.P.

I’ve had trouble writing a blog about my friend, John.  The problem seems to be that my image of John is of a strong, active, athletic man that loved life and lived it his way.  John was an all-american soccer player, a ranger in the armed forces and an avid golfer.  He had a great sense of humor and was the life of any party.

I played golf with John twice a week for over 15 years.  He was a good golfer, and after his game deteriorated over the past few years, he  still played with zest and kept up his wise cracks.  After each round of golf, the group would gather around a table in the clubhouse to have a beer or hot dog and John would hold court.  We still laughed and had fun when he missed a day, but it wasn’t the same.

Aloma and I visited with John two days before he died and he was bedridden, but alert.  I knew his time with us was short.  But that’s not the image that I will always carry in my mind.  I will always think of John as athletic and fun-loving.  

John, I wish we could have played golf one more time.

Seasoned Man

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