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John Wayne Brown

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.]

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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