Jack was only six years younger than I, and we grew up together. We really were more like brothers than uncle/nephew. In fact when he was born and I was told that I was an uncle, I refused to believe that. Uncles were old men with beards; I was just a little kid.
When he was out of infancy, we played together, hiked together, rode our bikes together, and played ball together. Actually Jack was a better athlete than I. He played sports well into adulthood, and when he could no longer play, he just loved watching sports, especially the 49ers! He loved games of all kinds including card games, and most anything where he could have fun.
As a youngster he was pretty short. When I was drafted into the army, he only came up to my shoulder. And when I was discharged, I came up to his shoulder. Yeah, he grew.
After high school he worked for a while, and then he joined the Air Force. Smart move. After a stint in Japan, he was transferred to France where he met his wife-to-be, Linda. And they made a great couple.
I know that Linda and the offspring -- Jeffrey, James, and Brenda will all miss him. I know I do.