As my brother and friend you always took care of me and had the wonderful ability to fix anything. I remember when we were in our 20's and at still living at home and I called out to you as a vein in my finger had burst - I was in pain and had no idea what was happening. You quickly took my hand into yours and massaged my finger outwards, telling me "always do this away from you heart and not towards it" - you didnt stop until I felt better. Your ability to fix physical objects was more than a talent as when you used your hands to do anything you had the heart to go with it. - I miss you
My brother John was always put others before himself. The story below was published in The Toronto Star newspaper on June 25 2012, one week after his murder. This story represented not only the loss of my brother but the loss of someone in the world who in any situation always put others before himself. I miss him lots and there will never be anyone in the world who can take his place. Ice cream will never taste the same.
A bouquet of flowers outside the Sicilian Sidewalk Cafe on College St. at Montrose Ave. where a man was shot and killed Monday. (Ian Robertson)
An envelope inscribed to “John” lay beneath a bouquet of white roses. A small bouquet was accompanied by a hand-written note inscribed with a drawn heart and text that read, "For Johnny. Rest in peace."
