A sad conclusion befell a beloved friend...this tragic story does not entail the demise of a tree made of wood, instead, flesh and bone.
A man as generous as they are made, a man put on this earth to make people laugh and appreciate good company, has passed on. A man known for rollerskating prowess, a man rarely seen without a smile on his face has moved on to an existence one can only hope resides comfortably underneath the shade of a majestic, Sublime Tree. One can only hope.
May his journey on the back of the duck be expedient.
A life cut way too short. A family left to pick up the pieces. A legacy of living life to the fullest. Enjoy your sublimes. Amen to you.
These Jazz Hands are for you, Jack. Day one-hundred and twenty-six complete.
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