Vale creative legend John McCabe: “John was a one-off. It was difficult not to love him”

Many in the industry on both sides of the Tasman, and some in the US, will be saddened to hear of the passing of brilliant creative John McCabe, who has passed away in NZ after a battle with cancer.
McCabe started his copywriting career at Colenso in Auckland in 1976, staying for four years before heading to DDB Sydney in 1982. After a one year stint at Saatchi & Saatchi in Melbourne he joined The Campaign Palace Sydney in its heyday, where he was part of the legendary line-up that won three Agency of the Year titles, including Campaign Brief AOY in 1987. Clients included Apple, APD Snack foods, Thredbo Alpine Resorts, Australian Beef and Lamb.
In 1990 he headed to London, joining the legendary BBH, where he worked as a senior creative for six years. During his time at BBH it was twice named the best agency in the world at the Cannes International Advertising Festival. He won a host of international awards including British television awards, D&AD, Cannes lions and Gold Clios. Clients included Levi’s, Coca Cola, Natwest Bank, Audi, BskyB broadcasting, Whitbread brewery, Hugo Boss and Cadbury.
In 1996 McCabe returned to his native New Zealand, taking the ECD role at The Campaign Palace, Auckland. During that stint The Palace was named NZ Agency of the Year, winning both Gold and Grand AXIS awards across multiple print and television categories. Clients included Westpac, TAB, Mercury Energy, Vodafone, Land Rover and JVC.
Two years later he was appointed ECD at Saatchi & Saatchi Auckland, during which time he led Saatchi’s to CB NZ Agency of the Year in 2000. During that time, Saatchi’s won numerous awards including Cannes Gold Lions, Gold at AWARD, and were listed among the top five agencies in the world by Graphis Magazine. Clients included Telecom New Zealand, Yellow Pages, Xtra, Lion Nathan, ACP Magazines, TVNZ and Toyota. In 1999 he also took on a Global Executive Creative Director role on the worldwide board of Saatchi & Saatchi, tasked with ensuring that exceptional creative and strategically sound work was delivered by all agencies within the global network.
During a six year stint in New York he co-founded Fahrenheit 212 for Saatchi & Saatchi, applying idea generation to product and brand innovation. Fahrenheit 212 was far ahead of its time. As early as 2001, McCabe saw the flaw in the agency business and revenue models. He believed agencies weren’t getting paid for what they were great at: innovative thinking.
In 2008 McCabe had a short stint as creative director at BWM Dubai.
Working from Sydney, Auckland and Shanghai from 2010 onwards, he co-founded various companies, including Einstein’s Hairdresser, One Winged Bee Productions and PIQNIC. Most recently McCabe developed branded content, working with agencies as well as directly with clients. These included Ogilvy China, DDB and Brandworld NZ, Kin2kin, Popin and Piqnic, Njoy New York and The NZ Ministry of Health. In addition, he worked with The Red Circle Network, developing creative and business strategies for Western brands throughout China.

Lionel Hunt, former chairman of The Campaign Palace, sent CB a tribute to his old friend:
So sad to hear the news about McCabe.
Far too soon, on the one hand, and surprising he lived so long, on the other.
I never quite knew what he did in advertising but that didn’t matter. Because neither did he.
Whatever it was he must have been very good at it. Because we hired him at The Palace at least twice.
He once picked me up from my hotel in Auckland in his new Porsche Boxster to go for a day’s fishing.
We’d had quite a big night the night before and I suspect that John’s blood wasn’t entirely alcohol free- mine certainly wasn’t.
What followed was a heart in mouth trip across town to the marina with me quickly deducing
that he couldn’t drive.
A portent of things to come.
We got on his new power boat and he asked me if I thought he had enough fuel.
How much have you got?
Half a tank.
How much is that?
Not sure.
How far are we going?
To Hauraki Gulf.
How far’s that?
Not sure.
Should be fine then.
John started the outboard, put the gear into reverse, fell on the throttle control and we reversed
at full speed.
Straight into the boat opposite.
Both of us got up off the deck and proceeded to go fishing.
Two hours later, believe it or not, we caught a large kingfish on a lure.
John was very chuffed and we turned for the two hour trip home.
And five minutes later ran out of fuel.
Of course.
The Marine Rescue people were very grumpy having to come all the way from Auckland and then tow us all the way back at snail’s pace.
John was a one-off.
It was difficult not to love him.
I did.
Ron Mather, former ECD of Saatchi & Saatchi and The Campaign Palace sent CB this tribute:
Like everyone else, I have many fond, amusing, crazy, sad, outrageous memories of John.
One I recall that always gives me a smile, was when John and Roddy Martin joined me at Saatchi’s Melbourne.I went to their hotel the evening before they were coming into the office and told them the agency was quite straight and serious, so please be on your best behaviour. Silly me.
Next day I am sitting in my office on St Kilda Rd and I see two people staggering up the street towards the agency. It’s Roddy and John.
Roddy has a white stick in his hand and John is helping him along. When they arrived at the agency the chaos continued for most of the day.
So good was their performance, many in the agency thought I had hired a blind art director. That was all John’s idea.
John and Roddy went on to do some great work and I do believe John did a lot to lift the mood of the agency and helped make working there a lot more fun for everyone.
It’s very sad to hear of your passing John. I am forever grateful you shared so much of your time with me.
R.I.P mate.
Former creative partner Rodd Martin, who teamed with McCabe at DDB Sydney and later at Saatchi & Saatchi, Melbourne, sent CB this tribute:
Dear Johnny! So sad to hear this.
John and I met when Phil Atkinson put us together at DDB in the early 80s.
Within about a week of meeting Johnny I went from being a nice boy from the shire to playing a supporting role in The Wolf of Wall Street.
Lunch quite often went from 1-2…am. “Out to lunch, back in an ambulance” John would mischievously mention to the receptionist on our way out to Mario’s or La Colona.
They were wild times. We became walking science experiments, apparently keen to discover how much the human body could imbibe, while still operating at a level that could create highly-effective, award-winning advertising. Plenty it would seem.
And the more awards we won the more Johnny would elevate the shenanigans. On the first day of our tenure with Ron Mather at Saatchi’s Melbourne, Johnny convinced me I should assume the role of a blind art director. Donning dark glasses and stumbling around with a cane Johnny helped me into reception where I started caning some suit in the shins. The suit later turned out to be the MD. We kept the charade going for most of the day before I had a miraculous recovery.
As well as being a brilliant writer Johnny was a gifted problem-solver. On one out of town shoot, agency, cast and crew were staying at a regional hotel for the night. After being ‘awarded’ the make-up lady’s room number during after-dinner drinks Johnny promptly lost it. With the bar closed, lights out and no idea where the room was, the rendezvous looked to be over before it got started. But no problem, Johnny managed to find the master fire alarm and evacuate the entire hotel. There, amongst 60 odd blurry-eyed people standing in the emergency marshalling area in the middle of the night, was the make-up lady.
But along with the creative brilliance came some quirks. For Johnny, driving was one of the biggies, where operating the vehicle correctly seemed to be more of an after-thought. I’ve sat white knuckled in the passenger seat of the Boxter that Lionel mentions. On another shoot in LA, Johnny arrived a day earlier than me and managed to crash a hire car. While attempting to drive on the right side of the road he spotted someone pointing a gun at him from the footpath. To avert this, he quickly veered off the road and straight into a pole. Fortunately, the cop who was routinely pointing a speed gun at him was on hand to help.
I could go on. As I write this, classic story after story is flooding back. Like many people here have said – Johnny was one-of-a-kind. God help me if there had been two of them!
Creative Andy Blood and Andrew Tinning were one of the star teams under McCabe at Saatchi & Saatchi in New Zealand, which resulted in one CB Agency of the Year title. Blood sent CB this tribute:
“Somewhere out there is a guy called Riley, wishing he was living the life of McCabe.”
I think Eugene Ruane might’ve coined that one and he was right.
Like the time we went on a two-day fishing trip to Great Barrier and caught 23 different species of fish.
Ostensibly, we were out there working, ‘we’ being Johnny, Andrew Tinning, and me. We took along the brief for Steinlager’s sponsorship of the All Blacks and needed to come back with something pretty decent because the agency’s grip on the account was slipping. We came back with “Unconditional” which is still running to this day, twenty-five years later, which now makes that fishing trip expense look pretty damn cheap.
Like the time he took us to see a Thursday morning showing of The Matrix which was in its first ever run and in its first ever week. Was it work, or pleasure? You could never tell with John, because you could never tell when he was working or when he wasn’t. In fact, you could never actually tell what he did. But for the two years we worked for him at Saatchi and Saatchi Auckland, the entire department did some of the very best work of their careers, over and over again. For Speights, Steinlager, Telecom, Cleo Magazine, Kidzfirst Neonatal unit, and many other clients, winning print ad of the year (repeatedly), billboard of the year, radio campaign of the year and not surprisingly, agency of the year.
What he was very good at was never getting in the way. He gave you the space to do your best work. And toward the end of the creative process, he would always add a tiny detail. A sentence, thought, or turn of phrase. And it always improved the work. That’s what he was good at. And he never attempted to take any credit for it. He always made sure you were centre stage.
But now it’s time for him to be showered with love.
So long, and thanks for all the fish, John. And all the awards.
Your unconditional supporter, X.
Comments on Facebook from industry friends including:
Nick Worthington: “Damn. I have so many memories of John, he was a true original. Wilder and more daring than I would ever be, but more thoughtful and caring of other people too.”
Andrew Tinning: “Bloody hell. John was one of a kind and oh-so-kind. The times we all shared and the work we created together at Saatchi Akl were legendary. RIP Einstein’s Hairdresser.”
Andy Lish: “I cannot write the words to say how very sad I am. We worked, sometimes, at Saatchis together, laughed and played together and went through Cancer together. Sadly Johnny did not survive it. I am still holding on. I will get through it for both of us Jonny mate. We will all miss you. RIP.”
Tony Sherwood: “We had so much fun back in the day. Very sad news.”
Steve Dodds: “I was in Auckland last weekend and tried to catch up. As usual he was mysterious about why he couldn’t. God fucking damn!”
Jimmy O’Mahony: “Sad news but some great memories of our times together in New York.”
Graham Fink: “Oh no!!! That is such sad news. I worked with him whilst in China when I hired him to work with me on a big Audi campaign. We had such fun for 6 weeks together. Always up to mischief and great humour. He’ll be very much missed.”
Tim Ashton: “This is such terrible news. I worked with Johnny at BBH for four fun-filled crazy years.
He was a true one-off and I can’t believe I won’t hear his crazy laugh ever again.”
Paul Prince: “Oh Bugger. This is terribly sad news. John was a bundle of Joy.”
Jeremy Craigen: “This is too sad. Such a wonderful bloke and cynic. Cheers to you.”
Malcolm Poynton: “Laughter, hijinks and a heart of gold all in one. Miss ya, Johnny.”
Margot Fitzpatrick: “Another legend gone too soon – thanks for the laughter and the brilliance. RIP Johnny.”
KT Morton: “Absolutely shocked. A Team. Ian and I are devastated. What a magic human to have known. Much love and memories from us.”
Jane Caro: “A real shock.”
Sue Carey: “Bless his big, crazy heart.”

McCabe picked this Thredbo campaign he co-created with Rocky Ranallo at The Campaign Palace Sydney in 1988 as his favourite for Campaign Brief’s Millennium Book, published in 2000.

Saatchi & Saatchi was crowned Campaign Brief NZ Agency of the Year in 2000.
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Despite having mutual friends, John and I had never met before meeting cute at the reception of Y&R Sydney when Jack Vaughan (also sadly missed) got us fin or freelance.
From (hazy) memory we were both dawdling there due to the comely and whip-smart welcomer on duty.
We instantly fell in like.
He introduced me to many lifelong friends, lent me his apartment, borrowed mine, fed me KFC and overwhelmed me with ideas.
For 30+ years, Johnny was unfailingly fun, unfailingly clever, unfailingly generous, and unfailingly mysterious.
Like Lionel I never quite knew what John was doing. I’m not sure he did either, but he still did it well.
John was part of an era, but not defined by it.
He was unique.
John…such a shock to hear of your death…memoirs of so much fun!
Travel well my friend.
John joined Saatchi’s in Melbourne soon after Ron Mather was appointed CD.
On his first day he arrived in reception pretending to be blind.
But that was John.
Very quickly John and his great friend Rodd Martin formed a formidable team producing a never-ending stream of great work.
They really were wonderful times.
Some years later, when John was at Saatchi’s Sydney he orchestrated the greatest ever practical joke on Bob Isherwood.
It was sheer genius.
But that was John.
He was smarter than smart and I’m sure he lived a life many of us would envy – not that I ever knew what he actually did!
But that was John.
Fun. Smart. Mysterious.
And now, sadly missed.
My sincere condolences to John’s family and many friends.
I NEED to hear your stories!! x x
Edit: as In I love hearing Johnny stories, he never ceases to amaze me, and I want as many of them as my brain will carry.
Sorry, that comment came off tonally so wrong in the context. In my defence I’ve been crying continuously, and reading about one of John’s genius pranks was the first thing that made me smile.
I’ve cried an ocean since the news, Johnny was unlike anyone else – I can’t quite comprehend a world without him.
Ted, one day if you’re up for it, I’d love to hear some of your stories?
That man never failed to make me laugh, no matter what was happening around me.
Dearest Johnnie, so sad, too soon. Such a huge talent, storyteller, and the best giggler I know. 💔
Omg, see ya Johnny you were so much fun and such a sweet guy. Love you.
Say hi to my dad xx❤️
John was always fun, I asked Hegarty to hire him, I knew London was going to be more fun with him than without. Hegarty did hire him and we did work together at BBH. It was fun, those days are now long gone but the memories are still vivid. Loved you Johnny, harr pal.
That man was one of a kind, I’ve cried a lot after hearing this news.
Brilliant creative, phenomenal human.
He’s so deeply loved.
I love you my friend. You were one of THE most amazing people I’ve ever met and I miss you already ❤️ I will miss your voice and your awesome life adventures, your story telling was magical and I loved hearing you speak. Your heart was always kind, your jokes funny. I love you very much ❤️🙏 I pray your family are ok, that they still feel your presence like I do. I will miss our intelligent conversations.
It was my great pleasure to know you.
John was a mentor to me back when I was a know-nothing junior working in Dubai. I still know nothing, but at least have some great stories to tell about him. Will raise a glass of white to Johnny tonight. Rest in peace mate.
You are much loved, Johnny. Such a brilliant, lovely man.
Thank you everyone for your lovely comments about Johnny♥️
We all know what a great storyteller John was. We all know every yarn was full of truths, half-truths, lies, and a lot of embellishment. But that never mattered because he had you at “you know what happened to me?” John, I’m still hoping ‘what’s happened to you’ is a lie.
In 1996, John introduced me to New Zealand, Chardonnay, and my wife, for which I will be forever grateful. I can’t remember who said this (thanks, Chardonnay), but whenever I think of John, I think of this line. ‘In Ireland, someone is living the life of McCabe while John is living the life of Riley.’
So sad.
What a lovely man. He could tell a story like no one else I’ve met. Then tell a better one five seconds later. Very sad news.
Very sad news.
R.I.P Johnny.
Like everyone else, I have many fond, amusing, crazy, sad, outrageous memories of John.
One I recall that always gives me a smile, was when John and Roddy Martin joined me at Saatchi’s Melbourne.I went to their hotel the evening before they were coming into the office and told them the agency was quite straight and serious, so please be on your best behaviour. Silly me.
Next day I am sitting in my office on St Kilda Rd and I see two people staggering up the street towards the agency. It’s Roddy and John.
Roddy has a white stick in his hand and John is helping him along. When they arrived at the agency the chaos continued for most of the day.
So good was their performance, many in the agency thought I had hired a blind art director. That was all John’s idea.
John and Roddy went on to do some great work and I do believe John did a lot to lift the mood of the agency and helped make working there a lot more fun for everyone.
It’s very sad to hear of your passing John. I am forever grateful you shared so much of your time with me.
R.I.P mate.
You are wild, you are magic, you are a gangster, you are the most spontaneous person I have ever met! No one will ever replace you!
I love you so much and I know everyone around the world feels the same. We all have special memories & stories with you. You will live on forever & ever & I will continue to tell all the amazing stories we had together x
Johnny, you are wild, you are magic, you are a gangster, a legend & the life of every party! No one will ever replace you. I love you so much and I know everyone around the world feels the same. We all have the best memories with you, they will live on forever & be passed on forever
Incredibly sad news but John would not forgive me if I made this a miserable piece. In London (mid 1990s) I actually moved into his flat on Piccadilly (Collette House) when he moved out. Years later he’d say to me with a big smile “can you believe scruff like us lived on Piccadilly?” I loved Saturdays in London at that time as a bunch of us (including Moose Moore and Jonny Iles) would have breakfast together in The Shakespeare pub in Carnaby Street, then go to the bookies round the corner, then lose our wages. I was gutted when John left the UK but then a few years later, I found myself working in Wellington NZ (Saatchis) and after two wonderful years there, the phone rings and John says “I’m in Auckland, come spend a year here!” Three weeks later I’m living in a swanky apartment on Princes Wharf and he’s getting me into trouble again. I worked on many briefs with him there and it was 1) a joy 2) EXACTLY what advertising should be. Thinking about him today, I realised I’d enjoyed fun (ie: pints/lunches/fishing/gambling/laughs) with him in London, Auckland, New York, Sydney and Kinsale (Ireland). He was funny, he was smart, he was kind and charming and he was the kind of naughty bloke that makes life so much fun. Rest In Fun.
My favourite McCabe TVC focussed on a farmer standing in a pineapple field. The farmer looked to camera and said something like, “They asked me to say how good Pineapple Ski Yoghurt is …. they buy so many of my pineapples, I’ll say anything they want.” John loved his football. He played for Jimmy Upright and The Crossbars in Centennial Park, I think it was in the eighties. I could be wrong as I so often am these days but I remember one Sunday afternoon, before kick off, John disappeared. A few minutes later he re materialised with Craig Johnston in tow. At the time Craig was playing in the English First Devision for Liverpool. John had somehow enlisted Craig’s services for JU&TCB’s. On that particular day we emphatically won. I suspect, that quite often, in the course of his career, he wrote campaigns in his head before the client had finished briefing him. The hard part was knowing what to do with the next couple of weeks prior to the creative presentation.
Dear Johnny,
Whether it was BBH, The Palace, Kinsale, Auckland, Sydney, New York, LA or the Sebel Townhouse it never felt like work with you.
We fished, we watched the AB’s, we studied football , had a Chardonnay or two and survived the trips in the Boxster. You were so generous in spirit and forever grateful for the opportunity you gave me and many others.
You truly made a difference to so many
Thanks for everything
God speed Johnny
Very sad to hear you’ve moved on McCabe. Sleep well mate xxx
If you are in New York this Thursday the 6th, please come to The Ear Inn. He would love us there all together!
RIP dear Johnny, you will never be forgotten x
Apologies. Rodd Martin’s recollection of the ‘blind’ story is 100% correct.
A blind art director is much funnier than a blind copywriter.
But that was John – funnier than most – even 40 years ago.
I showed John my best ad in Award School and was ecstatic when he gave it a genuine nod. Then he said, ‘Where are the other two in the campaign?’ He was a lovely man – inspirational in craft and fun.
So, it was near the beginning of my second year in Australia, and my third job. Maybe around ’76-’77-ish?
A really nice fella called Bob, ECD and co-owner at Mullins, Clarke and Ralph, hired me right off the bat after a Monday morning interview.
(MCR, was somehow not mentioned in the list McCabe’s ex-agencies above? It was small. Some nice folks.).
Anyhoo, Bob walks me around his joint, and we find McCabe loitering about the lobby.
Bob introduces me.
John’s opening words to me were:
“Look, Raj, its almost lunchtime, lets go have a chat in the pub?”
It was 11am.
Lunch was mostly pool and beer.
We came back ‘early’. Around 3pm. Mostly cause I was getting nervous.
And a bit shit-faced.
There followed a whole week of this routine.
Come Friday noon, John again put his head around my door, and quietly gestured me out.
He looked serious. REAL serious.
Down at the pub, he bought the opening round. Not beer this time.It was a bundy and coke.
Then he put his arm around me.
Believe me, Raj, I’m really, really sorry, he said.
Really.
For two hours, I kept asking why, why, … but the drinks kept coming. And he wouldn’t answer.
And he kept telling me how nice I was.
And how SORRY he felt for me. As did another creative guy who was with us.
Almost two hours of this suspense went by. Maddening.
Finally he told me:
“Bob is going to fire you this evening, Raj.”
“Its not you,” he hastened to add.
“Its a budget thing.”
“B-B-BUT WHY!!!” I shouted. “I spent time with Bob THIS MORNING!! He didn’t say a WORD to me! And he LOVED my radio idea!!!”
I sprang off the stool, and rushed out the door, down the street and up the MCR lift.
John, solicitous, oozing warmth and concern, trailing in my wake.
I just barged straight into Bob’s office, thumping his desk, yelling:
“BOB, YOU GONNA FIRE ME???
WHAT DID I DO?”
And
“WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELLL ME, BOB! WHEN! WHEN!”
Bob looked up at me, concern and confusion writ large on his face.
But then he looked past me at his glass wall.
And his face started to try to contain a cracking smile.
I followed his gaze, and there was McCabe, with two of our colleagues, almost flooring it in their giggles.
… and the joke began to dawn on me. ..
…coz the joke was on me.
And for decades later — be it Sydney, or London, or NYC, or Toronto, and even his beloved Auckland, he always found me wherever I worked — by phone or in person.
And every time, we always spoke of that prank he’d played on me, all those years ago.
And we always laughed.
And laughed….
and …
Ok, today, maybe me not so much?
But hey, I can pretend.
As well as any of you.
(Yo, Johnny boy!
… I’ll miss you, guy.)
Ahhhh…. McCabe you’ve done it again…I hope this is one of your pranks.
We talked about forming a band… buster Hayman and the the penetrators….
Had the pleasure of working with Johnny in Sydney and Dubai. Man he could make you laugh. A huge character and loss. RIP bud
What a lovely, brilliant, funny, warm, wicked human, though I once turned up for lunch in Ubud, Bali, during Dry January, and I’ve never seen such disgust on a man’s face. Very sad not to be able to make it up to you mate. Miss you McCabe. You’ve raised so much hell already, I’ll see you in paradise. First round’s on me.
JOHN McCABE
February 4, 2025
John, Don’t think for a moment that this little stunt of yours means that you no longer owe me $14.00. You still owe me $14.00, or as you liked to say, “two beers.”
Don’t think that I haven’t seen you go off the grid before. How many agencies have asked themselves every day at 1:30 p.m. “Has anyone seen Mc Cabe? If you are as you claim to be, deceased why then hasn’t a wave of panic rippled through the French
wine industry? Color me suspicious. Color me rosé suspicious.
I can pen this tribute with a clear conscience, knowing that if you are indeed venturing into the the shadows, I thanked you many times in years gone by, when you and I were both more animated, for having helped me to master life’s transgressions. For having helped me to understand that a twelve hour lunch is at the very heart of a civil society.
For helping to react with disgust when someone pointed out a typo.
With sincere reluctance I will entertain your ruse long enough to let you know that it is 11:30 a.m. and I am writing this from a dark bar on a very sunny day with an ambient temperature that has lured most people without a Bukowski tattoo, to sit outside and stare at their phones. I’m certain that if you were here we could muse upon the meaning of it all. You never struck me as a man in need of a spreadsheet. I always admired that.
I will leave you with this memory from our time in New York. It was 10:30 in the morning, you and I had just finished patting ourselves on the back for a remarkably amusing idea and you suggested that we go to lunch. And so we did. We strolled to Giorgione in SoHo and ordered a bottle of Sancerre. There may have been food but
there are holes dug into my memory. Around 4:30 I suggested that we might go back to the office to which you replied, Thommmmmy…Aw mate, they can’t do it without us.
That was fifteen years ago and it is still my North star.
To whom should I address the invoice?
Dear Johnny, words can’t describe how much i’m going to miss you. I feel so lucky to call you my friend. All the moments we shared together in New York, Dubai and Australia were truly special! Your presence, your brilliant creative mind, your warm heart and your funny stories.
You will always have a special place in my heart. Rest in peace, Johnny! 😘💔
Love always❤️Millie
John had known me since before I even existed, being a close family friend of my parents and he was a fascinating individual who I am glad to have had the pleasure to know for the early years of my life. I don’t remember much of our interactions, but I do remember his flamboyant personality, humour combatting that of Ricky Gervais, and every time he would come for dinner I would be out of my room in a heart beat to hang out and hear his stories. I remember very fondly the time he would constantly tell me scary stories to rid me of my hiccups as he said that was a remedy for them, it didn’t work, but I do remember constantly faking them to hear all the stories that he had to talk about.
I will miss John and his loving outgoing personality that lit up the room whenever he walked in, and I will forever hold the memories we made in my heart, with a John McCain action figure he gifted me being a friendly reminder of his character.
Rest in peace John you will always be remembered as the brightest light in the room and a friend to all ❤️