I waited until after the end of the 49er game to post...Just seemed right...
To bring folks up-to-date, Jack moved permanently down to Stuart, Florida on October 11, after his sister-in-law finished outfitting the house, which included re-creating the TV room from his apartment in the Marina in her home. After a couple weeks of increased disorientation after the move, he perked up the last 10 days or so. A bit of his old self came through, as he was able to play cards, enjoy some outings around town, etc. We got a chance to shoot the breeze about the World Series, and we couldn't believe the irony that my Cardinals won the year after his Giants--who would have thunk it!
Last Wednesday, unfortunately, Jack came home from a short car ride and fell getting out. After a thankfully brief hospitalization, he passed away quietly and without pain early this morning. Appropriately perhaps, on Veterans Day weekend, as it turned out. Army WW II veteran, golfer, friend, Jack was all of those things and much more.
"Goodnight, my friend, and sleep tight. When you wake up, the sky will be bluer than you've ever known, the fairways will be wider, the drives will be longer and the putts will roll truer than ever. The first tee is open, Mr. Nemes--play away, sir!
