I’ve just heard some sad news that my cousin John died. John was the eldest of my Aunt Marian and Uncle Earl’s five children. My Aunt Marian was the youngest of my father’s four siblings and she just died a couple of years ago. We’re prepared for our parent’s generation to go but it’s always unsettling when our peers go.
I remember travelling by train from Toronto to Belleville every summer to visit my grandparents. My parents would put me on the train at Union Station and one of my relatives would pick me up at the Belleville Station. At first it was my grandfather, then my aunts and then one year it was my cousin, John, who is a few years older than I am, who met me and drove me to my grandparents’ house.
John was staying with my grandmother for a while that summer. I recall it like it was yesterday. It must’ve been 1964 or 1965 so I was 7 or 8. I know that because John was singing “Don’t Let The Sun Catch You Cryin'” by Gerry and the Pacemakers. I didn’t even know that song but after that, every time I heard it I remembered John singing it.
I’m dedicating the song to John.