I miss you much,
The memories are my only companion,
I did not become what you wanted me to be,
I regret, as I clasp my hands to grieve
As the hopelessness eats away,
I clasp my hands and pray,
I hope to see you once again,
But I am still here.
I think about it every night,
I am not a saint,
nor even good,
Dearly departed
The anguish of loss tortures me,
I wish I would have called sooner,
Your memories wash away my tears,
But my life now is without humor.
The anguish tortures,
It leaves a heavy heart,
I should have realized sooner,
That at some point we would part.
I remember best, the smiles you had,
There’s never been a better Dad,
The tears roll down my cheeks,
Because I am so sad.
John was born in Baltimore, Maryland, and spent his formative years in the quiet town of Rowlesburg, West Virginia, where he attended high school. In 1984, seeking adventure and purpose, he enlisted in the U.S. Navy, serving honorably until his discharge in 1988. His time in the Navy gave him a lifelong love of travel, discipline, and stories of life at sea that have inspired much of his writing.
John has one daughter from his first marriage and, for the past two decades, has shared his life with his wife Marlene. Together, they have raised a family of five stepchildren, building a home filled with love, laughter, and chaos. They currently reside in Hemet, California, along with their three rescue dogs—Belle, Hachie, and Elvis—who keep them busy with boundless energy and charm.
When John isn’t writing, he enjoys exploring the outdoors, cooking, and spending time with family. His experiences across the country and on the open seas have shaped his stories, offering readers heartfelt glimpses of adventure, resilience, and the power of community.
John Derossett
