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John "Jack" Wich
June 16, 1953 ~ September 20, 2017 (age 64) 64 Years Old Light a Candle
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Message from Bill White
September 29, 2017 5:36 PM
Jack and I, our story started when we were 14 or 15. Jack, Jerry, Phil, Gary, Bob( B), Joe. Those who were there, know. There were more, you know who you are. From the park to Horton st., to Jackson st. He was never in the Navy, he was in the Air Force, Security Police, I know, he followed me and hated it! Stationed at Malstrom AFB. Malfunction Junction we called it. We did a lot of crazy things, those who were there know. He thought I was dead, I looked for him in LA (Lower Askom), the Goose Island Club ( they thought I was a hit man) . He is The Godfather of my youngest son, Major William G. White III. He is one of my dearest friends and , again, for those who know, will miss him. I love you brother and I WILL see you on the other side .
Message from Bert Parker
September 22, 2017 5:43 PM
I waited to long.
I have a best friend, more like brother. You might know him as Jack or Wick. Twenty years of memories I have with this guy. I can't even remember when our friendship became more like family.
Well a few years ago my wife and I got the chance to move to a really great place. Wick was happy for us. Yet not real happy about his friend moving away. Of course I reassured him. That we would be in touch often.
For a time Jack and I did stay in touch. We called each other to see what's what. If I had trip back to PA. I would get ahold of Jack and meet up somewhere. We would shoot the shit and get caught up. Like friends do. Then over time the phone calls slowly stopped. No more plans to meet up.
Instead during holidays, a football game or just something that reminded me of Jack. I would mention to my wife: "Hey honey we got to swing by and visit Wicky the next time we're in town". That thought was always available to me.
Then I got a call last night. My good friend John Wich had passed away. I can't call you up. We can't meet up and shoot the shit. So if you are reading this. Don't make my mistake. Pick up a phone or shoot off a text to your friend.
I waited to long.
Rest In Peace Wick
I have a best friend, more like brother. You might know him as Jack or Wick. Twenty years of memories I have with this guy. I can't even remember when our friendship became more like family.
Well a few years ago my wife and I got the chance to move to a really great place. Wick was happy for us. Yet not real happy about his friend moving away. Of course I reassured him. That we would be in touch often.
For a time Jack and I did stay in touch. We called each other to see what's what. If I had trip back to PA. I would get ahold of Jack and meet up somewhere. We would shoot the shit and get caught up. Like friends do. Then over time the phone calls slowly stopped. No more plans to meet up.
Instead during holidays, a football game or just something that reminded me of Jack. I would mention to my wife: "Hey honey we got to swing by and visit Wicky the next time we're in town". That thought was always available to me.
Then I got a call last night. My good friend John Wich had passed away. I can't call you up. We can't meet up and shoot the shit. So if you are reading this. Don't make my mistake. Pick up a phone or shoot off a text to your friend.
I waited to long.
Rest In Peace Wick
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