The first time I remember seeing John B. McLemore, he was standing behind his mother. Believe it or not he was quiet.
He had been casually mentioned as a clock repairman and I told him I needed him to “fix” a clock I found at a yard sale.
She wanted gossip. He wanted to leave.
He seemed to be looking at me like he wasn’t sure if he was going to speak.
But once he did….
Pretty soon he would bust in the town hall walking sideways and blurting out whatever had been in his head all night.
He was a night owl.
Faded blue jeans.
Unbrushed bed hair.
He would bring me CD’s wrapped in construction paper.
To Cheryl A.
From John B. ❤
John had a large music collection. I always felt it was a beautiful part of him that really was not shared in the podcast.
I introduced him to my friends Todd and Crystal and music was always our common ground. We had some fun.
Years later it would lead me to another friend who shared his love for music.
It was so nice to hear new stories and laugh again.
The support group began.
My all-time favorite Andrew conversation.
And there were many.
I opened messenger today to replay the conversations.
I am so very thankful for him.
He gave me lots of advice. Good advice.
We lost Andrew to cancer this year. I wish I could capture in words what his friendship meant to me.
But I can show you what he felt we should do about John.
And I think we have.
And we still are.
Thank you for helping me do that.
All of you.
Big hugs. Big love. Big playlists.