Jack grew up quite different from me.
His life hard at times, while mine was wild and free.
As years passed Jack went his way and I went mine.
Jack had two children, as did I.
We'd see one another from time to time.
Mostly in the summertime.
Too quickly come the summer of 1999.
I received word that Jack was dying.
I made the trip to Falls City that warm, sunny March day.
Jack and I laughed and talked, we had lots to say.
As we embraced and kissed good-bye.
I knew God had a plan, I could see it in Jack's eyes.
The drive home was a sad one for me.
Weary tears flowed so freely.
I will always miss Jack, for you see.
The same blood ran through our veins.
Jack and Me