Dear Stoner's:
Some of the fondest memories I have of childhood involve "Mr. Stoner". I remember how fun it was driving up to Clear Lake in the back of the Cadillac with him at the wheel, hanging out with Shawn at his house when he was getting maybe 3 hours of sleep a day and being amazed that he was still always smiling and joking in b/w his amazing micro naps, the way he used to tussle my hair and treat me like I had something interesting to say even when I was a babbling 5 year old and the list could go on and on. In fact, I think the only time I ever saw him in a bad mood was when Jigs would come over and pee on his tires :-) As a little boy up to last Spring when I would be at my Dad's, Bill was always someone I got excited to see. There are very few people in my life who I think of more warmly and with higher regard. I consider having known him a great blessing. Laura, Shawn, San and Kerry: I'm praying for you. I know you must miss him a ton. I wish I could have been there with you to see him off.
Love, John##imported-begin##John Breul##imported-end##
