How do we describe the life of someone who has just died? I’ve been wrestling with that question since my grandson, John, died in March. He was many things to many people, and if I could say anything profound, it would be that John’s gentle nature, full of warmth and intellect, touched many lives. He will always be a standard bearer for kindness. People from many generations and locations will miss him deeply. He touched our lives. When I married Jack Vorfeld, John was a little guy. Talk about cute. And even as a child, he got involved in community affairs and received an award for his big heart. I’m going to include a few photos of John as a boy, because that’s when I knew him the best. I’ll follow with his obituary.