Johnny R. Alcon
April 17, 1952 ~ January 27, 2020
Born in:
Mora, NM
Resided in:
Pueblo, CO
Johnny R. Alcon, 67, went to rest on Jan. 27, 2020. Survived by father, Juan Alcon; Stella; children, Danielle (Lorenzo) Garcia and Jon (Justina) Alcon; grandchildren, Janessa, Devin, Vaughn and Theodore; sisters, Lore, Doris, Linda and Elizabeth; best friend, Chewy; and many loving nieces and nephews. Preceded in death by mother, Lore; aunt, Kica; grandma, Selsa; brother, Max; Tia, Florida; and niece, Audrey.
A man of God and full of love, he was a natural caregiver. This was his profession for over 20 years. Johnny loved to cook for his family, bake (especially banana bread) and the Broncos. He accepted everyone with open arms. Johnny was the best pompo and father. He will be missed by many. Mass, 10 a.m. Monday, Feb. 3, 2020, at Santa Clara Catholic Church, 501 Nolan St, Wagon Mound, N.M. Online condolences, www.montgomerysteward.com
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John was a delighted colleague at WRRC. May God provide his family the fortitude to bear the irreparable loss and continue to watch over his loved ones. Surely, John is now in heaven where “neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore” Continue to blossom in the Lord.
‘BIYI AWOLAJA
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One of the greatest people I have ever met. A very kind and loving soul. Rest in peace.
I am so saddened to learn of this. The world has lost a sweetheart of a human being: kind, compassionate, funny, generous, understanding, forgiving and full of wisdom and love. My ties to the Alcon Family is life-long and I love these people. This is yet another sad loss for this beautiful family. Our deepest, deepest sympathy and heartfelt sorrow we share with you. We have all lost one of the brightest gems in our lives. Rest at peace, dear, sweet Johnny.
With love,
Lois and husband John Houpe
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun. And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unemcumbered. Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance. Rest in peace Johnny.