In Memory of John Hunt

One of the things I miss about doing the radio show on WNWS were the people, the friends, the listeners, that we gained during the times that we were all together on both the show and outside. The strength they provided us when we were first beginning and the hope of better times. Some become very good friends and we valued that. One of those good people is John Hunt. John and his wife Lynn have lived in West Madison County for a long, long time.

Now John is a NASCAR fan and a dirt track enthusiast and I am assuming that Lynn has tolerated that for a long time. But behind all that is a man that genially cares about his community, his family, and those that are around him. He supported our show of politics and NASCAR from the beginning and is a good friend.

I received an email from Lynn this morning and I can’t say I responded well. The last time I had spoken to John was a couple of weeks ago during a broadcast out of Lexington, Tennessee and he sounded better but tired. This email however was strangely unsettling. I intend to reprint here the entire message from Lynn so that you will understand how close John is to the end of his journey.

It is with deep sorrow that I write to update you on John’s condition. On May 25 we found that there were several spots of cancer on his brain, again. This is the third time. His Radiation Oncologist told us at the time that if radiation didn’t take care of it this time, there was little else to do.

Friday he went to radiation, then to his FNP. Rick told him that he was afraid that the cancer would “get him” this time. John asked how much time he had and Rick hedged, but when John pressed further he said “Maybe six weeks.” Friday he was walking with my help, Friday night he had trouble getting back to the bed after going to the bathroom, so Saturday morning I put the potty chair by our bed. He could get on the pot, but needed help getting back on the bed. About 1:00AM, he started to get on the potty, but slid to the floor. Thankfully his brother and sister-in-law were at the motel. We called them and they came out and got him back in bed. So, he is now bed ridden. He is comfortable, enjoys company and alert.

He realizes that his time is near, but he faces death with a very positive attitude. Whatever time he has left, we are making the most of.

Our family have all visited within the last two weeks, with Karaleigh getting here tonight. Kathy came back yesterday afternoon to be with us. Ed, Julie and Thomas were here Saturday. There have been so many visitors the last two days and John has enjoyed each visit. We are so blessed to have such wonderful family and friends.

He has fought this dreaded disease for 13+ months and is just too tired to fight any more.

Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers, at this time when we really need them.


In his book The Best Is Yet To Be, Henry Durbanville recalled that as a boy, when the shadows of evening lengthened and darkness fell, he would hear his mother call, “Henry, it’s bedtime!” Typical of all small boys, he resisted the idea of leaving his friends, putting his toys away, and going to his room for the night. Yet deep within his heart he knew very well that sleep was necessary.

Durbanville made this spiritual application for the Christian who senses the end of life drawing near: “Death is both affectionate and stern. When the right moment comes, she says to us, ‘It’s your bedtime.’ Oh, we may protest a little, but we know very well that the hour for rest has come….”

The thought of dying can fill even a Christian’s heart with mixed emotions. When we think of leaving our loved ones, it may cause the tears to flow. The breaking of close human ties does hurt. On the other hand, there is the anticipation of resting from our labors and being in the presence of the Lord.

If we have placed our faith in Christ, we can look forward to the joy and release that will be ours when we hear the evening call, “Come Home. It’s bedtime!”

May God Walk Gently through the day with You.

July 31st 2005

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