I don't remember my family spending much time encouraging each other when I was young. I know my parents loved me, we just didn't say it much. There were not many, "at-a-boys" that I remember. So, when I got to know Jack after marrying Christine, his daughter, I took his constant encouragements with a raised eyebrow. "Why would he say such nice things about me," I would think to myself, "he doesn't really even know me." Over and over again he would tell me what a "good man" I was. Eventually, after hearing this over and over for years, I think I actually became a "good man" in part perhaps because he convinced me it was true and so it was. Amazing. What if I'm a good man, because a good man told me I was so many times that eventually I believed it! What a legacy to leave for someone.
For the last 5 years, we've had steak night on wednesdays with Jack. At first, I'd stop by the store after work and buy the cheap steaks and come over to his house and fix them. Eventually, we could settle for nothing less than the best steaks we could find. I loved buying the most expensive cuts I could find as I knew he would enjoy them so much. We talked and watched the West Wing together which usually resulted in debates over my republican slanted view of things. It was fun. I knew he knew enough to blow me away at any moment, but he would keep the conversation just a notch above my level to keep me interested and never made me feel stupid. He did take my money in a poker game when I fist met him. I've played poker since then. We did wednesday nights up to about a year prior to his passing when having conversations was limited to the same basic question over and over. Still his questions were always about how I was doing, how Christine was doing and where my kids were going to school. Always about me. Watching Tv became a thing of the past as his memory faded and I remember the last steak we had at Outback Steakhouse when he embarrasingly complained that his fillet was too tough. When I tried it and tasted how tender it was, I knew, and so did he, that our steak days were over.
I remember when he would ring my phone 25 times a day, asking the same questions over and over. Most the time I would answer, other times, I would send him to voice mail thinking that I knew what he was calling about. I knew I would be sorry one day, and I was right. My phone has stopped ringing now from him. I know he is in Heaven. I asked him point blank in his last week if he believed what it says in John 3:16 as I read it to him. He said yes. Which, if you knew him, a straight one word answer was rarely heard. And so I said, we'll see each other in Heaven and he said, "ok then.". I am sad he is gone and I'll cherish our wednesday night steak dinners together, but I'm comforted to know that we'll see him in Heaven. Love you forever Jack. Love Mark.
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