I am the youngest of Stans brother Johns children. Honestly I have not cryed until I began to read through this. I remember sitting listening to uncle Stan and my dad make music together. Oh how I loved when he would come over. Last time I saw him was at Kates wedding still the same warm loving and incredable man that I remembered growing up. I agree with my big brother Randy that our lives just got a little smaller.
Love to all my family..