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Jun 2019
My grandmother and his father were first cousins, and that made us related.
When he died on the 3rd of June, his death wasn't something that I anticipated.
When a person dies, it's something that people hate.
He has gone to Heaven at the young age of forty-eight.
His mother named him after John Wayne, the deceased movie star.
Now Heaven is the place where both my friend and John Wayne are.
It's always hard to lose a member of the Human Race.
John is dead but he is in a far better place.
Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019.
Randy Johnson
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Randy Johnson  Tennessee
(Tennessee)   
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