On any given weekday morning, if you walked into Summerland’s Café Luna, say between the hours of 7:30 and 8:30-ish, chances are you’d run into John Sirois.
John, a most gentle, lovable guy, was a regular fixture. His coffee buddies (I was one) counted on him being seated on the banquette, like clockwork, for morning conversation about global events of the day or local goings-ons (or to borrow a section of his daily newspaper).
A fine photographer, respected real estate agent, and friendly face around Summerland for decades, John was one of those guys you felt as if you’d known forever. He was smart and kind and sure and steady. He was easygoing and solid. Fine qualities to be sure, probably due to his East Coast/French-Canadian roots.
