John

John is my brother. Here he is with his granddaughter, Skye. This was taken on a happy day we had at McDonalds in Cincinnati.

After outgrowing a pretty intense 'torture' stage as a boy, he grew into an older brother who was the coolest thing on the block. I always wanted to be where he was. Whether playing army in the sugar cane fields, or riding the twister mat down the back hill, or playing soft ball in the vacant lot, his games became my favorite things to do.

He was crazy and crude and completely untame. Even four years in the US Navy didn't dim that glint of 'wild child' in his eye. Its pretty obvious that I chose Dale because he has many of the untame qualities that became to me the definition of what makes a man.

And now John is having to find that crazy zest for a new 'game'. He is fighting against cancer this time. Pray for him, please. Cancer is an ugly beast, but we Crabbs don't quit, do we. If you were here in the room, John, I would geek you.