John R. Owens

John Rhys Owens, "Jack" to his those that knew him, lost his battle with lung cancer and passed away early Monday morning on June 3, 2013. He was 71 years old, born May 20, 1942 at General Hospital in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. Recently he lived in rural Lake Worth, Florida and is survived by his wife Nancy, sister Cheryl and son Dylan. After serving during the Vietnam War he received an honorable discharge as a sergeant from the U.S. Air Force in 1970 and later retired as an accountant for Robert E. Owen and Associates, no relation. Among many other things, we will miss his wry sense of humor, sharp wit and quick turn of phrase and his ability to fix just about anything. A memorial gathering will be held at Palms West Funeral Home located at 110 Business Parkway, Royal Palm Beach, Florida on Monday, June 10 from 6:00pm until 9:00pm. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions can be made to the American Lung Association, Hospice by Palm Beach or the League of Environmental Educators in Florida Do not go gentle into that good night, by Dylan Thomas. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Thank you, Dylan R. Owens