John Robert Foster

John was born in Akron, OH on August 2, 1952. He was preceded in death by his father, Tampa native Al Foster, in 2002. Also by his mother, Elizabeth S. Foster, in 2017.

John is survived by…

…his two brothers: Steve and Frank Foster.

…his brother’s children: David Foster, Kim Roslund, Kurt Foster, and Kerry Foster.

…their nine children: Briana Joiner, Kayla Foster, Marissa Macaluso, Ashley Foster, Caitlin Foster, Dylan Macaluso, Savannah Foster, Matthew Foster and Stephen Roslund.

…their two grandchildren: Aria DeBarry and Michael Joiner.

…and Elizabeth’s half-sister Mary’s son: Mark Wilson.

John lived in South Tampa for most of his life. His father Al Foster, a B17 pilot and then a B29 pilot in the Army Air Corp, was stationed in Tampa. Elizabeth’s stepfather was also stationed at MacDill, which is where they met.

The Foster family lived much of their lives at 4415 Harborview. The kids played baseball in the front yard, which of course included the street AND the large yard across the street. We thank the Bradford’s for allowing us to use their place at 4410 Harborview as our outfield. And for enduring several windows broken by baseballs over the years.

Eventually the Fosters purchased the Bradford house and moved across the street. The Fosters rented and eventually sold the 4415 house over the objections of the kids, who wanted the house torn down and instead build a “Field of Dreams” professional infield, with night lights.

Both John and Frank had their own places over the years. But it was always Al and Elizabeth’s house that was the central family gathering place. It was our parents that kept us gathering as often as we could. Their home was our common meeting place.

Christmas was our mother’s favorite holiday. But we also gathered for other family and friends events just because we could.

Each of us has our favorite memories. They vary for each of us. Many revolve around food: Texas Hash, Spanish rice, Steaks on the Grill, Pizza, Thanksgiving (with hors d'oeuvres), etc. We remember sitting around a large table, sharing a meal. Laughing until our sides hurt. Or gathering to celebrate Christmas. And the inevitable wrapping paper fights.

Although John is gone from our sight, he will never be gone from our hearts. May he rest in peace. Say hi to Mom and Dad for us John. We miss you all.

John was always an intensely private person. He arranged his own final wishes. Cremation, scattering the ashes in the Gulf. He loved the water.

No services are planned. Please feel free to say your goodbyes as you see fit.