James

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Papaw, I will always be thankful for the times we spent:: the amazing breakfasts Mamaw would cook-the slow gravy! How proud and happy you seemed! The laughter over the dining room table as the story about the Mexican China, the Corner Hutch and the 2ft dining room addition was relayed for the hundreth time, the laughter was always fresh. The smells of the cedar house and the wood-burning stove, the racket in the garage over the pool table, the stereo, darts, and all the little things you and Mamaw did to make us all feel welcome. Fishing in the pond, trying to catch those giant bass, walking the woods, the sounds of cicadas, chasing lizards...Doug and I accidentaly dropping the snakes we caught in the house when Mom screamed. Sitting on the old tractor! Playing football in the field. All the coffee, cookies, candy, pies, biscuits and gravy--and the stories! and Razorbacks...Mom and Donna and Johnny and Mamaw catching up at the table, Jerry and Brian keeping everyone in stitches in the garage. Everyone joking and teasing and you setting the tone teasing "Doolie," as you would call Mamaw, telling her, "You can be replaced, y'know." and she wouldn't miss a beat, "promises, promises..," she'd say and we'd all laugh. Thank you for finding that amazing piece of land and building the best -smelling house the world has ever known, so that for those few majical years we could know and feel the idea of family, of going to "Grandma's for Christmas." Thank you for letting me drive at 12 years old, and for taking me to Art Galleries and fostering my love for the arts, and for all the literature we shared, the books you bought so I would always have something to read when I visited. The zip-up leather boots you gave me, that fit perfectly and lasted for years. The way our high school yearbook photos looked so similar, I thought for a second that yours was a picture of me, until I remembered that my hair was longer. That didn't last, but how my brothers and I used to hope that we would inheret your hair! The mexican dinners you and Mamaw and I shared on the way to the movies I can still taste, and I'lll never forget that one scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark when the guy with the sword jumps out and Indy looks at his whip and then just shoots the guy, because of how hard the three of us laughed. Sitting around the fireplace in the sunken living room with the family all around, and Mom trying to keep some semblance of order as we passed around Christmas presents. Always good music in the background...There were no problems in the world in those moments, and I am glad that you are finally back with Mamaw and free of all earthly troubles....I will try to always remember your smile and laugh, your good sense and your good taste, how you worked and saved, how you loved a good joke and how you built that house on top of that mountain and always added something new: the pool, the porch, the sunroom, the satellite, how all you did seemed to be for us, the family. It was a good run. Sorry you didn't get to see the Razorbacks take it all one last time.... I will always be most thankful and eternally indebted to you, sir, for your part in bringing my mother into this world. No riches could surpass that accomplishment, she is a living testament to all that was good inside of you. Thank you and May you Rest in Peace.

"In my beginning is my end, in my end is my beginning."
- T.S. Eliot

Charlotte and Shirley

Friday, December 16, 2011

We have fond memories of John who was of great help to 2 young nurses when we joined the 148th Evac Hospital. He was very professional and well respected in the unit. Our prayers for comfort during this sad time for the family.

Karen Cavitt

Thursday, December 15, 2011

My condolences to the Drewry's family... I want to say this for him,,, Thank you for everything. His a very good man...me and my best friend we taking care of him when he was sick....its sad for me because when im going back home to phillpines that day he died... I will be miss you
john...

Bing Palucis

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Me and my friend Caring Cavitt is glad to meet and take care of John. He was a very sweet patient and never gave us a hard time up to the last second of his life. Thank very much to the Drewry family for giving us the opportunity to take care of their father. Our sincere condolence and we pray that he may rest in peace with our Creator.

Wayne M. Van Buren

Thursday, December 15, 2011

You were an urbane gentleman marked by an ever present twinkle in your eye. You will be missed, Uncle John.

Deborah

Thursday, December 15, 2011

My condolences to you and your family for the loss of your love one, Mr. Drewry. May you find comfort in the words of our Lord Jesus in John 5:28,29, "Do not marvel at this, because the hour is coming in which all those in the memorial tombs will hear his voice and come out.......to a resurrection of life."