Jack was a pretty regular fixture at the house when I was growing up. More so after Daddy passed away. He would “swing by” pretty often.
We had a large family that had a large driveway and in the driveway there was a big old virgin growth oak tree. A lot of my crew just referred to it as The Tree. Many an adventure began and ended under that tree and a lot of warm bologna sandwiches were eaten in its shade. But eventually the old tree got sick. Mom of course finally called Jack to come and evaluate it and he had to give us the sad news. The old tree had to go. Mom turned and walked away, I started crying. Then I felt Jack’s big strong hand on my shoulder. He said Matt, for every one that we have to cut down the good Lord gives us two more. I looked up at him and saw his smile and the tears stopped and I was at peace.
I’ve seldom told this story. Maybe I was saving it for now. I don’t know. What I do know is every time I pass by our old house I see the hump where that tree use to stand and I remember that day and those words and I smile. It always has reminded me of Jack and always will.
Thank you for that day and so many others Jack. And may you rest in peace.