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100yo Grandpa, Father, Widower & Friend.
Storyteller, fisherman, classic movie lover.
WWII hero, homeless helper and Jesus follower ✞
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This is the first time these cameras have been opened since the 50s. 

It’s also the first time I’ve ever seen my mom as a kid. 

I’m speechless. 

Happy birthday, Mom 💙
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The last time I saw you was on a Thursday.

We were in that dreadful, old hospital room. The obnoxious sounds of your roommate’s television filled the air. A thin, plastic curtain separated us from someone else’s grandad. You held my hand tightly and asked, “You still there, John Boy Blue? Don’t leave me, please.” But I wasn’t going anywhere. I was trying to soothe you from any worries or fear that lay ahead, but tears fell from your eyes. When I kissed your forehead, I caught them with my finger upon your cheek—I like to think I still have them with me. Absorbing a part of you. 

You were tired, torn between staying and going. You’d waited long enough to reunite with your wife, your son, and my mom. Selfishly, I wanted you to stay. I asked them for just one more week, one more holiday, one more year…but it wasn’t to be. 

You passed away a week later on a Friday.

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As many of you know, I shared a rare bond with my grandfather, Charlie, who we lost last week. To me he was more than a grandfather—he was a father, a best friend, a healer and often my partner in tomfoolery :)

He was a storyteller; someone who brought people together with his levity and warmth. He was an innate creator of fellowship and a role model to many. He taught me how to fish, play golf, shoot a gun (Heck, I could list off about 50)—all the things of course a Southern boy should know. But more importantly, he taught me about faith and family.

In many ways, he was the closest connection I had to my mother. When I was with him, I felt her presence all around. Through his smile, through his gestures—it was hard not to see or to feel. As much as he helped me heal after she passed, I believe I helped him heal too. It was part of the reason why I moved to Nashville, to be near him, to continue to heal and protect one another; to create more memories with my best friend...

I’m really going to miss you, Charlie Lynn, “The Poor Man’s Friend.” Give mom and memaw a hug for me, will you? 

Roll Tide,

-John “Boy Blue” Charles Lynn Jester 

“I’ll be back quicker than you can say…Jack Robinson.”
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