John's son, Jeff and I were childhood best friends since we were practically born. Our families grew up together until we all moved out on our own. I've been in Southern California most of my adult life. I wasn't able to come up for the memorial, but I was up for a visit in the great NW a couple of months ago and had the great fortune of being able visit with John before he passed on.
I hadn't seen him in what felt like to be 30 years. When I saw him, as you can imagine, he was a shadow of his former self. When I walked into his room, you could see his mind churning while he stared at me to try and figure out who I was. When I said my name, there was this dramatic pause and then "bam", a spark lit in him. It was a great moment, but then the John I remembered began to emerge. I got a flood of memories as all the "John-isms" came to the surface. His enthusiasm and his excitement were delivered in his professional yet personal way that was trademark John Lewis.
In the end, I was grateful to God for giving me this chance to catch up and connect with John once again, for I knew that this would most likely be the last time. It was a great time and I will remember it fondly.
The Lewis family had been more than friends, they were like, well.....family. They have and always will have a special place in my heart. Thank you John for letting us in and be a part of your family. And thank you for letting me see you once again. God bless you Mr. Lewis. Be at peace.