Tuesday, January 28, 2025
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My apologies to Ken for not getting the attached photos to him for inclusion in the video.
My brother, John F. Meyran was a man of integrity and deep love for his family. He was always a serious person with a mischievious nature and grin. He was three and one half years older than me and seven years older than our brother Paul (deceased). I was lucky to be close to his age as he allowed me to play sports with him and his friends.
John attended SUNY at Oneonta, NY, before transferring to Drake University. He met and married Linda Gerth (deceased) while in Iowa and fell in love with her family's farm and lifestyle. But, they returned to Long Island to seek employment opportunities. They welcomed their son about two years after marrying. John was a natural salesman and made a career in car sales. Panic attacks decreased the circle in which he could travel, but he continued to enjoy taking drives out onto Long Island.
He visited our parents frequently and as our father's health declined, the visits became more frequent. Following his passing, John would stop in daily to see our Mom and often brought a stack of lottery scratch offs or flowers for her to arrange. Following hip surgery, Mom came out to Ohio to live with my husband Ray, son Edward, and me. John called daily and often sent floral arrangements. After our mother passed, John and I would phone each other two or three times a week. Often, the conversations would touch on the flowers we were growing (he had a green thumb) or what birds we had sighted. While Cardinals symbolize Heavenly visitors, the Blue Jay is the bird I associate with John. We had few sightings, but John had a returning pair of Blue Jays that built annual nests.
One of John's favorite excursions was the time he and Ken spent a few days on Shelter Island. They both like the water and boats...it was a special time for him. John had so much love and pride in his son, Ken and the wonderful life he has put together for himself.
John was generous to many people he knew and some he didn't. While his circle of friends was small they were good friends...Dave, J.P., and Hank (deceased).
As John had more difficulty with his health, Ken took on more of the role of caretaker. Following significant strokes almost three years ago, John moved to a nursing home, where Ken visited him daily.
Ray and I enjoyed our conversations with John and we especially took pride in getting him to laugh. A few years ago, during one call. John had us in stitches with a number of new stories. We were recalling that call the other day, but could not remember the stories; only the warm feelings and smiles we had while trying to figure it out.
We are so very sorry for your loss, Ken.
Love, Eileen, Ray, and Edward
