Gutted: Part 2
When Igal got home last night he told me that his uncle Jack from Montreal had died.
Jack was the last of the group of who emigrated from Russia (probably 50 plus years ago) Jacks Sister was the lovely, lovely Auntie Doris, who died two years ago in October. He was the youngest of that group.
Like his wonderful sister Doris, Jack always made me feel welcome and loved. He had a wicked, sharp sense of humor and I suspect an equally wicked and sharp temper. His lovely wife Audrey is an accomplished Doctor, an intelligent and witty feminist and one of the classiest ladies I have ever met.
Last night and this morning have been a flurry of phone calls and emails to various members of the Montreal family. We missed the funeral which was at 1:45 this afternoon, but I got a hold of Helen; Jacks Niece, (Daughter of Doris) and told her that Igal and I were planning on coming up very soon.
A lot of people will be keenly feeling the loss of Uncle Jack.
Sigh.
Gutted. Still.
Jack was the last of the group of who emigrated from Russia (probably 50 plus years ago) Jacks Sister was the lovely, lovely Auntie Doris, who died two years ago in October. He was the youngest of that group.
Like his wonderful sister Doris, Jack always made me feel welcome and loved. He had a wicked, sharp sense of humor and I suspect an equally wicked and sharp temper. His lovely wife Audrey is an accomplished Doctor, an intelligent and witty feminist and one of the classiest ladies I have ever met.
Last night and this morning have been a flurry of phone calls and emails to various members of the Montreal family. We missed the funeral which was at 1:45 this afternoon, but I got a hold of Helen; Jacks Niece, (Daughter of Doris) and told her that Igal and I were planning on coming up very soon.
A lot of people will be keenly feeling the loss of Uncle Jack.
Sigh.
Gutted. Still.
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