I haven’t seen John for many years but remember him with incredible fondness. He was like a gentle giant, welcoming, warm and humorous. His white wisp of hair in front of his head always stood out. I heard that Trungpa Rinpoche called him Mt Fuji. One time John was sitting in front of me during a long sit and suddenly crashed over to the side—just like a mountain falling over. I wish John love in his ongoing journey.