Jack’s younger sister Patti was in my class in high school and, to this day, is one of my closest and dearest friends. From 10th grade on, I grew up with all of them - Bob, Jack, Patti, Nancy. And their wonderful mother was like a second Mom to me. In losing Jack, I lost a long-time friend from my inner circle. They say that when an old man dies, it is as if a library burns down, and it was truly like that when I lost my own husband. With Jack, it was as if a whole museum burned down. Happy landings, my sweet friend!