We lost a legend

Last night we lost John Mountain. He was a man that so many people knew. He was known for so many things. But to me what sticks out is his love for Miller Lite. Silly, I know. It's not a beer we usually have on hand, but I made a point to bring a Bud Lite on our fishing expedition today. I drank it in honor of a great man. When this whole coronavirus is over I will buy a case of Miller and proudly drink it in his honor.

I have so many fond memories of him. I worked for John and Nancy so many summers. I helped watch the grandkids, cleaned houses and boats, helped paint, lay carpet, cook and waitress parties, the list goes on. They lovingly referenced me as their slave because I was there every day and would do whatever they needed me to do.

 

I've felt empty today knowing I'll never see him again and get a chance to share a beer with him. But I have so many memories to keep with me.

Until we meet again. Cheers!