John Peter Muscat
John Peter Muscat
John Peter Muscat, age 64, of Woodinville, Washington, took his last breath at 5:55 am on Saturday, April 11, 2020. He spent his final days surrounded by friends and family at the Evergreen Health Hospice Care Center in Kirkland, Washington after a particularly stubborn fight with cancer.
Born January 7, 1956 in Bronx, New York, he was the eldest son of John Peter (Carmelo) Muscat and Anne Dorothy Gutowski. John married Theresa O’Reilly on May 17, 1980 in Deer Park, New York, and they remained together for 27 years until she preceded him in death on June 27, 2007. He worked most of his life as a carpenter and was the father of three sons: Michael, Jerry, and Johnny. As his children grew, his family expanded to include Michael’s partner Jade and Jerry’s wife Christina. He also found a dedicated best friend in his yellow lab Bailey. The brother of Assunta, Patricia, Anthony, Joseph, Steven, and Rhonda, he grew up on Long Island, New York before relocating to Washington in his 30s.
John will be remembered as a true lover of life. His passion for music, especially the blues, was second only to his love of family. He worked hard throughout his life to provide for his wife and children, first on fishing boats in the Atlantic, then honing his talent for fine craftsmanship and woodworking. But as hard as he worked, he would play even harder. Whether it was playing his favorite songs on his extensive collection of instruments, travelling the world in search of the perfect beach, or watching his teams (originally the Yankees and Giants, later the Seahawks) win games, John put his whole heart into having a good time.
He spent his final years in loving companionship with Nadine Haven and their menagerie of animals. His family is forever indebted to Andy Gardner and Randi Hedin for their help and friendship in recent years. His remains have been cremated, and a celebration of life will be held at a future date.
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Thank you everyone for all the support. Stay safe out there. See you soon I hope. Love ya!
Miss you already. Thankful for the nearly 20 years of friendship we shared. Love you, John.
FAREWELL BROTHER
In the end there’s a new beginning
to end all endings. No more tears.
No more pain. Just goodness. No pretending.
Real and genuine omniscience envelopes
John’s adventurous soul
in a place that is everywhere,
where nothing is everything and
all that matters is love• c/musicat
Rest In Peace , your friendship, and kind hearted nature, will always be remembered
Rest in Peace John. I know you’re making music with the angels now.
It was an honor to be friends with John – his integrity and faith were deep and true – and his sense of humor was beautiful.
A few words I wrote the morning of My Brother John’s Passing:
I woke near 7 am on April 11th to learn it was finished.
My brother John is with Jesus now.
He’s definitely in a better place. I visualize him walking right through that mysterious thin veil from the broken place of this world into paradise.
He passed… Just right across the magical transparent place, where Jesus reaches out and takes his hand and draws him close for a great big miraculous mercy-filled hug.
And I see him transformed! He looks younger, vibrant and healthy and strong. And his smile is big and clear and warm, teeth glistening eyes sparkling. And his breathing is full and deep, pain free and energized in his new eternal life body.
And I can imagine my brother nodding in skeptical approval, arms folded – as was his earthly style – he looks around the place taking it all in, checking heaven out for the first time. I chuckle and shake my head as I think of my oftentimes difficult brother, a master woodworker, no doubt finding a bone to pick with God over some structural defect he notices in the place, and proclaiming – with as much diplomacy as john is able to muster – that he can tear it out and build it the right way, if God would let him.
Of course he’s checking out the music of the heavenly host and, while appreciating it sincerely, he’s thinking of all his instruments given away on earth… and wondering if the angels will be setting a time to jam a little later on when he might possibly join them while enjoying some of that good bread and fine wine he heard about on the way.
Seriously now… John is HOME. He knew Jesus and had allowed the Lord to come into his heart and God was doing a great work with his heart and his life, using him to reach in to touch lives all around him, even through his often gruff ways. He touched the heart of our entire family and brought us miraculously together in January- something that had never happened before and wouldn’t have happened without his generosity, not only of his wallet, but of his spirit. I will never forget that, never forget John, never forget what the power of God can do when a soul like my cantankerous brother John says yes to Him in a quiet reflective moment.
Utter peace!
So the earthly healing has begun in our family. It’s what he wanted for us. It’s what he spent a chunk of the last months and weeks of his life facilitating. With Gods perfect timing John even got us onto and off of a cruise ship just a couple of days before Covid19 was recognized and broke out all over the world. Another among John-miracles I don’t take for granted.
So let’s not let Johns hopes for our family be in vain.
“So come on people now
smile on your brother
Everybody get together and
Try to love one another right now.
Right now.
Right now”
My Brother John’s Passing
I woke near 7 am on April 11th to learn it was finished.
My brother John is with Jesus now.
He’s definitely in a better place. I visualize him walking right through that mysterious thin veil from the broken place of this world into paradise.
He passed… Just right across the magical transparent place, where Jesus reaches out and takes his hand and draws him close for a great big miraculous mercy-filled hug.
And I see him transformed! He looks younger, vibrant and healthy and strong. And his smile is big and clear and warm, teeth glistening eyes sparkling. And his breathing is full and deep, pain free and energized in his new eternal life body.
And I can imagine my brother nodding in skeptical approval, arms folded – as was his earthly style – he looks around the place taking it all in, checking heaven out for the first time. I chuckle and shake my head as I think of my oftentimes difficult brother, a master woodworker, no doubt finding a bone to pick with God over some structural defect he notices in the place, and proclaiming – with as much diplomacy as john is able to muster – that he can tear it out and build it the right way, if God would let him. Of course he’s checking out the music of the heavenly host and, while appreciating it sincerely, he’s wondering if they’ll be setting a time to jam a little later on when he can join them with some of that good bread and fine wine he heard about on the way.
Seriously now… John is HOME. He knew Jesus and had allowed the Lord to come into his heart and God was doing a great work with his heart and his life, using him to reach in to touch lives all around him, even through his often gruff ways. He touched the heart of our entire family of origin and brought us miraculously together in January- something that had never happened before and wouldn’t have happened without his generosity, not only of his wallet, but of his spirit. I will never forget that, never forget John, never forget what the power of God can do when a soul like my cantankerous brother John says yes to Him in a quiet reflective moment.
Utter peace!
So the earthly healing has begun. It’s what he wanted for us. It’s what he spent a chunk of the last months and weeks of his life facilitating. With Gods perfect timing John even got us onto and off of a cruise ship just a couple of days before Covid19 was recognized and broke out all over the world. Another miracle I don’t take for granted.
So let’s not let Johns hopes for our family be in vain.
“So come on people now
smile on your brother
Everybody get together and
Try to love one another right now.
Right now.
Right now”
To my father, who taught me more than I might realize, cheers. A one of a kind, unforgettable man with many talents that he did with pride and passion. Love ya dad
Love you John, always. Thank you for everything.