I worked with John at Fedex, here is a memory of one Sept. evening.  John used to tell us stories after work was done, he told us how his mother came from Poland and worked 16 hr days in sweat shop conditions, John knew how he had to leave because times were tough.  He joined the Army and because his mother was Polish, and he spoke fluent German, they put him in charge of German POWs.  He talked about the carnage and how they were a beaten people.  He would tell us about the Korean war and the stories would curl your toes.  Then he told us about being a state patrolman and many stories about the life of a trooper.  Every wrinkle on his face seemed to have a story and we all enjoyed hearing them..  Then on a September evening when work was done, we were all outside listening to one of his stories and he stopped in miidstream.  He made us all look toward the West and he pointed somthing out, the most beautiful sunset and I can still remember it to this day.  He then said, "the best things in life are free" and he smiled, and we just looked at the sunset and I knew of all the tragedy John had seen in his life, he enjoyed every moment like this.  I would like to express my sincere condolences to the family, John was a stand up guy and I am glad I had the pleasure to know him.  Davis Benson Onalaska, wi

The Carlson family, Rochester, Minnesota, Lisa,Laura,Sarah, Kurt, and Alex, extends their sympathy to the members of the Stopyro family.  We all knew John through Mark Stopyro.

My sympathy to the family of John Stopyro. I worked the same district as John from 1967 to 1998. All though we were at different sides of the district, (me being in Albert Lea) we would see each other at District meetings, etc. John was a Trooper that I always thought a lot of. He was fair, knowledgeablea, a good Trooper, and a good man. May he rest in peace.

Jim & the Stopyro Family,

   I was saddened to hear about the death of John. I know this must be a difficult time and I offer my sincere condolences. You're in my thoughts and prayers.

-Matt Weaver

Nancy, all your co-workers at Meritain send their condolences. We are so sorry for your family's loss.

THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience)

By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?