Mother said “Life is short and death is sure”. Why did that have to be the thing she was right about?
My friend Jack Scott died Sunday. He was enjoying watching his grandson play soccer and had a hemorrhaging stroke, effectively destroying his brain.
Doctors kept him on life support until his organs could be harvested to help others. Jack was a good guy to the very end, and then beyond.
We had just spent two weeks with Jack and Carol on a river cruise in Europe. When we weren’t sightseeing, we were playing bridge in the lounge. I’ve played with and against him for years, and he was invariably a quiet-spoken gentleman at the table, and everywhere else.
Jack had a successful career as a programmer–he chose to be an independent contractor because he never wanted to manage anyone else, just to do his job well and go home to his wife and kids.
As a bridge player, he was one of the best, although too modest to admit to his own strengths. Jack played with Bruce Tuttle on the team that goes to Gatlinburg every year, and they could be counted on to bring back good scores. He shared the house with us, but was more likely to go to his room and read than stay up and obsessively go over the hands card by card–he just played them well and moved on.
His funeral will be Tuesday, November 4 at 11 am. Sunset View Cemetery, 101 Colusa Avenue, El Cerrito. Don’t send flowers, sign up to be an organ donor.