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Condolence From: Fawn & William Condon
Condolence: My thoughts, prayers & love go out to all the Fogler family.
Today we have the privilege of celebrating the life of John Fogler.
I am sure he will be described as caring, helpful, thoughtful,kind,
honest & faithful, just to name a few of his traits.
These are all qualities that John possessed, upheld and passed on to his family members.
He has touched so many of our lives and we are all better for it.
I had the privilege of taking a lay leader class with John and
also shared the pulpit with him on several occasions.
He was a great mentor & friend on my faith journey.
I will surely miss getting my Sunday morning John Hugs.
God Bless You, Till We Meet Again, I will hold you in my Heart!
Now he moves on to spend his much overdue time with “Punky” and His Lord.
I 'm sure the angels are singing Alleluias & Amen's
as God says, “Well Done My Good and Faithful Servant!”
Saturday February 11, 2017
Condolence From: Skip Doodson
Condolence: My condolences to all the Fogler family. John and Punky raised a great family with good values and integrity that have been passed down through the generations. My respect and admiration for all of you.
Saturday February 11, 2017
Condolence From: Denise Dinsmore
Condolence: To the Folger family ..... my thoughts and prayers are with you .... many years ago Lee and I were in school in Exeter , together .... We had many fun times on the farm .... bot the years do fly .... as I am talking 58 years ago ... thoughts and prayers are being send your way ..
Thursday February 09, 2017
Condolence From: V. Tylor Mahany
Condolence: My deepest condolences to all the family. So many times over the years I have fondly remembered John, Punky, the family and Stoneyvale. It was always a great visit to the farm. Mom and Punky chatting away happily. I remember my first introduction to the beautiful Mastif breed when Grandfather Raymond brought Storm and Nimbus to the farm. Picking rocks across the road from the house in that stoney hillside, tramping silage in the silo. God bless you all. You are all a blessed memory.
Tuesday February 07, 2017