Monday, January 10, 2011

R.I.P. John Wirth 9 Jun 1942 - 30 Dec 2010

I could write one sentence or I could write a book. All I know right now is that I have very little idea what or how much I'm going to write.

I was conceived on or about John's first birthday, June 1943 (Pop told me that I was supposed to have been born March 10, 1944 but came early).

The picture at right is of course the two of us, living in Minneapolis sometime during the war. I can't judge kids' ages. I estimate it was the fall of 1945. The piles of leaves say fall, and I look like I was about 19 or 20 months; John would have been 3 and a few months.

He was Big Brother, I was Little Brother, and that's how it was all the way. There were modifications, refinements, and amendments as the decades went on -- the biggest being when he came home from the USAF in 1963 when he was 21 and I was 19 -- but there never was any real change.


  1. Dear Bob;

    I came by to wish you a happy new year only to make this discovery. I am sorry, so so sorry. There aren't any words with which you'll find consolation but please allow me to share this pain with you.

    Somehow I know that he was your Champion and greatest defender and that God Loves him and you and that you will see him again and all who've left you behind, for now and that when you reach that Fair place all this sorrow will be a distant memory compared to the joy of that reunion.

    Rest In Peace, Airman John Wirth and Thank You for your good and faithful service.

    And May God Bless You, Bob