We went to McDonald's on the way home from a shopping trip. The kids got whatever, but I got a cheeseburger. A McDonald's cheeseburger was the last thing he ate, and he did enjoy them. So we went through the drivethru and sat in the van in the parking lot. We ate our dinner right there and thought of Jack. I told them stories of him as we ate. I tried to stick to the funny stories, the ones that make us laugh. He was a good guy, my big brother, and I want to make sure my children know that and remember it. I wish they could have met him and talked with him and felt his hugs. But that was not to be. So we will just thank God for the blessing he was and still is to us today as he watches over us........
Happy Birthday, Jack!
We love you!