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praying praying praying for you guys. like I said earlier, if you guys need anything, just ask.
I'm really sorry to hear about this. Prayers sent.
From his Son TravisSo many great memories with my dad, John Murphy, from all the weekend fishing trips, and the one's I would miss school for, the hunting trips, all the mornings having coffee with him at Petosa's, and drinks for happy hour later on, working on cars, plumbing houses(getting high on glue fumes when it got spilled under a house), seahawks games, and more recently "Going to Warden to do Warden *censored*!", I am not ready to be done making memories with him, and hope I can give my kids even close to the same kinds of memories with me. I would love to see some of your favorite memories of dad posted here... We can have a few laughs... And a few cries... So lets get some comments going here folks.I know exacty what your saying he left my drive way to yours cause of the city bs. I've known the family for years and my wife used to see them everyday like clockwork at petosa he is a great man and will be truly missed talking with travis everyday he is a great man also apple doesn't fall far from the tree and he's holding strong wish there were more like them love ya smurf go with god and enjoy the big bulls and bucks up there .My response.Where to begin, I first came to know of John from a post on our favorite hunting forum back in May of this year. Even though I had read some of his posts to the forum, I didn't know him personally and never really talked with him. The ask was from one of his nephews who also is a member of the forum, for a place to park the motor coach. Having to explain to my wife that I had never meant John personally, but the fact a family needed a hand up and we could provide that she and I agreed to let the family stay. This isn't to say there wasn't a few members of the family who questioned our decision, but they had no say in the matter. Since May I have come to love listening of John's past experiences from everything to do with fishing, hunting, plumbing and damn near anything he has done. We would talk for hours hearing stories of when he was a boy living in Bothell and how they would pick berries from the farmers fields and try not to get caught, to fishing the Philchuck for salmon. John is a very loving caring man, who invited me to his elk camp this year, unfortunately I was not able to attend due to work commitments and kick myself in the ass for not going. For someone I've known for such a short time to be called my friend is unbelievable, as those that know me would say to be called a friend of mine is a privilege very few hold. John is a true friend and I pray that he and I get to continue our friendship and have many more discussions around fishing, berry picking, gold panning and elk hunting.