The Anniversary of My Death

In memory of my son’s suicide…

My son was born December 15, 1989, at 6:04 PM in Atlanta. We named him Jack Christopher; Jack after my father and Christopher because we liked it. He’ll go by Christopher (most likely Chris or Jack once his chums get a hold of it). Fatherhood has seemed so natural most of the time that I wonder how I made it this long. (4/1/90)

My Father

Dad loved:
Mama
His family
His church
My dog
Coffee
His shop
His computer
Ice cream
Pineapple
Peaches
Reading
Music
Hugs

Thoughts:
He was my compass, my example, my model. He set the bar by which I measure myself, and the world. I have known no finer person than my father. What a precious gift he gave me.

Jack was blessed. His life was full and rich in what matters. And he was a blessing to those who knew him. It was my blessing to be his son.