My husband's nephew died this morning. He was a sweet "kid." Yeah, I still looked on him as a kid. He was just a young child when Richard and I first started dating. I guess that's one way we keep ourselves from realizing we've grown old. We never let the kids grow up in our minds.
He was named after his father, so, he grew up known as 'Little' John. His father being known as 'Big' John.
He was quick with a smile, and that smile lit up a room. I don't know of anyone who didn't like him. Little John worked at the largest casino on the Mississippi Gulf coast. He went to work this morning, as usual. He had a massive heart attack and died.
Little John was 45.
My hubby and I are heart broken.