Jack, one of my cherished black and white photos is of us, taken perhaps in the late 1930s - Mom dresed in her finery, including hat and gloves, and us on either side of her in young boy suits and ties, all of us headed for Sunday school and church. As usual, Dad preferred being behind the camera, rather than in front. In the background, was our home and a shiny Ford. This captured the essence of the home and life we were born to - happy, sheltered from stresses of the Great Depression, provided with love and the comforts of a whole family, parents who sacrificed to provide for us. It was that atmosphere, Jack, that imbued you with your signature cheer, sparkling good humor, the effervescent personality, the spontaneous smile. Among many Miami friends, my claim to fame was always being your brother. the pantomimic. In all these years, you never forgot my birthday or wedding anniversary. That may seem a small virtue. But to me, it was the sign of a very loving brother who understood the importance of not forgetting. Today. we remember you, Jack, with our love and terrible sadness.##imported-begin##Pat Murphy##imported-end##