September 11th he collapsed at work of a heart attack, he was 39.
John Wagner was a great guy, always fun to be around. I remember Kenny and I going fishing with him and we were competitive, so John ended up having to sit between us, he was a good peace-maker. I don't remember catching anything, but it was a good time. If it was just me and Kenny, one of would have ended up in the pond.
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When John would tell the story he would bring up that while one of us was steering the boat, the other was "jockeying for position", and he said it in a way that only John could say.
The funeral was this last Monday. The service was at a small Catholic church and followed by the burial at a cemetery just off Braddock Road. The service was very nice, a good showing of family, friends and workmates, John was well-liked wherever he went.
At the service, I couldn't stop crying, it was very overwhelming, a whole life wrapped up into a few short moments. It was surreal.
I'll miss you, Wags.
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