John Morris Cushing

John Morris Cushing 1985-2015 John our beloved son, nephew, cousin and friend passed away on March 7th 2015 at his home in Sandy, UT. He was born in Salt Lake City, Utah. John attended Beacon Heights Elementary, St. Ann's Catholic School and Judge Memorial High School. He was a Microsystems Analyst with Salt Lake County Animal Services. John had a great smile and witty sense of humor. He had people laughing wherever he went. He was generous to many in need. He was a life-long learner and had a passion for mycology and grew his own gourmet mushrooms. He loved to run, lift weights and practice nutrition. He taught himself to play guitar and took singing lessons. He studied many different religions and found that we are all connected and should love one another. John is survived by Mary L. and E. Lloyd Cox (Salt Lake City) and Charles D. and Stephanie Cushing (Murray, UT) and many loving aunts, uncles and cousins. He is preceded in death by Bartia A. and Paul Veach (Grandma & Grandpa) and Charles Catsifas (Grandfather, Hohlia, Evritania, Greece) and Peggy M. & Charles J. Cushing (Grandparents). Services will be held Saturday, March 14, 2015 with Visitation from 11am-Noon and a Funeral Service at Noon. The location is McKinley Ward, 1882 S West Temple in Salt Lake City. Interment will be held in Centerville Cemetery. In lieu of flowers you may donate to www.familysupportcenter.org. We thank family and friends for all the help through this sorrowful time. On-line condolences and favorite stories or thoughts are welcome at www.serenityfhs.com. Afraid to sleep and dream and too tired to day. Be not ashamed - you did your best. Now, you can fly and your family will be with you always. Lloyd and I will love you and can't wait to sore with you! Please share memories and condolences at www.serenityfhs.com. Johns’ favorite poem was the “The Builder” by Longfellow. All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure that we raise, Time is with materials filled; Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build. Truly shape and fashion these; Leave no yawning gaps between; Think not, because no man sees, Such things will remain unseen. In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time, Broken stairways, where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb. Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.

John Morris Cushing

June 4, 1985 - March 7, 2015