I barely considered this as anything noteworthy in my life. I barely thought about it. It wasn’t until fairly recently, after randomly recalling this flash of a memory, that I realized the impact it had on me as a young child. A young child that continued to live on and grow up after that day and experienced many more shocking, horrific and challenging moments that all began to blend together as just another day of life on Earth. I never asked about it ever again. Today most of those that were present are dead. I am what’s left. I am all there is of my grandfather, my grandmother, my father…and Jack. I don’t take that for granted. Every day is a gift. And Jack’s brief presence in my life was a gift, too.

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