John Noah Roberts: Dec 16, 1927 - Dec 31, 2010
I could tell you all that he was a bull-headed, stiff-necked son of a snow ball, but anybody who knew my dad at all knew that much.
I could tell you that this ham-fisted hard ass was a complete pushover for strawberry ice cream, but if I dwell on that, I'll fall apart.
So I can just say that he lived and loved on his own terms. I'm not sure I can expect much more than that from anybody.
God bless the man with a living thinking brain. God bless the mind that forms the thoughts that direct the hands that can make anything; fix anything; any time; for anybody. And God bless the hands that held me as a child, and molded my future as a man.
God bless you, Pop. God speed you on your way, and know always that you were loved.
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Jan 1, 2011
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