John Dion Couch

1962 - 2000

He was the reliable, hardworking sort. A loyal friend, the type who thought nothing of giving up his evenings and weekends to help you recover from injury or illness. He loved to laugh, made a perfect foil for other's jokes, and found puns to be an endlessly delightful form of humor. He played the saxaphone. His favorite color was blue.

We are left with an empty place in our hearts. Time will ease the ache, but never fill the void. We will think of him when we hear the plaintive notes of a sax, when we find a forgotten key and wonder what it fits, when we catch a fleeting glimpse of a man in a blue satin jacket. Rest in peace, JD. You'll not be forgotten.

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was.

I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly is untouched, unchanged.

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you , for an interval, somewhere very near; just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt, nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

--- Facts of Faith

Messages from Friends
JD's Mud Character