09/21/2025
Dear sweet Jack, we sure are going to miss you - afterall we have seen you every week for 20 years. I loved all our talks about spirit, God and the afterlife. Never was there a boring time with you. We always said you were like a cat with nine lives- growing up in poverty, becoming an EMT with many dangerous missions, being on your Navy ship that exploded, underwater escape training, a pilot with harrowing experiences and a survivor of not one, but two open hearts. I remember after your second one, the rehab was in a building next to our studio. You walked out of there and came over to see us in your hospital gown and the medical staff were worried sick because they couldn’t find you? I remember he years of ballroom dance lessons and shows you were in then you would come to see me and teach me your latest moves. Here is a picture of our last dance a few months ago. Fly high Jack! You’re no longer dancing with the stars - you are dancing IN the stars. Give Tristan a hug for me - you two were good pals. Until we meet again 🌈✨✨✨✨✨❤️
