My entry will be short today. A friend of mine passed away yesterday. We always have good things to say about people who die. The reason is simple, the things they may have done wrong become less important than what they did once there is no chance to change things.
Jack's family and we will never now why, suffered it seemed crisis after crisis. Kids with drug problems. Marriages that didn't work out. He and his wife had significant career setbacks. And than there were problems in the immediate family that many of us don't have to deal with including the early deaths of siblings
Pat and Jack ended up in Orlando Florida, which when you consider they started out in Upper Michigan, they really couldn't have gotten any further from home. While it seemed like a fitting reward after a life of dealing with midwestern winters, the last few years of his life he fought cancer and of course the cancer finally won.
To me Jack was a rock in the river. He was the guy that you turned to when you thought that life proffered you a problem you couldn't handle. Jack handled problems with a quiet dignity and ferocious loyalty to those he loved. He will be missed and remembered for his friendship and his strength
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