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Chapter 7

Jack and Molly came home from a romantic week in Niagara Falls and moved to their new ranch. Winter proved the perfect time to move in. It gave Jack time to make repairs to the barn and stable before the busy spring season. Molly took a job at a hospital a few miles away. She would work there in the winter to help pay the bills until the ranch started turning a profit. She would take a leave in the summer to help Jack on the ranch. On her days off, she worked on decorating the house, painting the kitchen and their bedroom first.

It didn't take them long to realize that they loved being married. Even the mundane daily chores seemed less banal and repetitive. Neither could explain it, but overall their days were just happier. And they fended off the cold Canadian nights curled up in bed together talking about their day or snuggling or making love. They had been lovers now for over a year, but their love was still new and exciting. Molly was constantly amazed that Jack could make her feel the way he did. He was the most wonderful lover she could have ever imagined. Jack felt the same way about Molly. Her every touch seemed to raise his level of excitement to new heights.

Spring and summer were on them before they knew it and they worked from dawn until dusk. Things were going about as well as they could have hoped and both were more than satisfied with the progress they were making putting the property back into good shape for future seasons. In the mean time, they were raising pigs and a small herd of sheep to cover their expenses for the year.

August had been hotter and more humid than usual that year and they had had more than their fair share of thunderstorms. A warm, muggy breeze wafted through their open bedroom window followed by a clap of thunder rumbling in the distance. Jack rolled over and stretched. Storms again, he thought. He knew that meant that he needed to get up and get chores done before the rain came. He didn't mind the cold, but he hated working in the rain.

Jack rolled over and reached for Molly as he did every morning, but today his hand was met with an empty pillow. He opened his eyes and looked around the room.

"Molly?" he said quietly. It wasn't like her to get up before him. She hated getting up in the morning if he was still in bed.

Jack got up and pulled on a pair of jeans and walked out into the hallway. He glanced into an empty bedroom. Molly stood at the opposite wall looking around the room like she had never seen it before.

"Hey, what are you doing in here?" Jack asked as he entered the room. He went to her and took her in his arms and kissed her.

"I'm just deciding what color I want to paint the room," she answered matter-of-factly.

"At 5 o'clock in the morning?"

"Yeah, I can't decide if we should make it pink or blue or maybe we should go with a more neutral color like green or yellow."

Jack pushed Molly back gently by her shoulders so that he could look at her face. She was smiling impishly, her eyes dancing in the morning sun.

"Are we…," he stuttered. "I mean, are you…"

Molly was laughing and nodding. "I think the word you're looking for is 'pregnant'."

Morning chores and rain suddenly forgotten, Jack and Molly were soon back in bed making love intensely as if that would somehow seal the deal. Months later Jack anxiously sat with Molly in the delivery room feeling utterly useless. He was so different now than the scared 20 year old who had witnessed his daughter's birth, but in many ways it was as difficult to watch the second time as it had been the first. He hated seeing Molly in so much pain. And the responsibility of raising a child seemed no less daunting than it had all those years ago, although he knew that he was so much more ready for it this time.

"How many babies have I helped deliver?" Molly asked Jack rhetorically between contractions. "Believe me, this is a whole lot easier when you're the nurse and not the patient." She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to breathe through the next contraction.

"You're doing great, baby. You're almost there. The doctor said just a little while longer," Jack cooed encouragingly as he wiped her face with a cool cloth. He wished that he felt as sure as he sounded.

Jack clung to Molly while she pushed and the two were soon rewarded with a beautiful son. Molly allowed herself to relax into Jack's arms and watch while the screaming baby was cleaned up and weighed and finally placed in her arms. They both cried as they held their son for the first time. They named him David, in honor of President David Palmer.

Ted had been pacing the waiting room almost continuously for nine hours when Jack finally came to the room to tell him the good news. He was beside himself with joy. He practically walked on air as Jack led him back to see Molly and the baby.

David's birth was followed two years later by that of a second son, Anthony (who was, of course, nicknamed Tony). After the birth of each child, Jack slipped a picture of Molly with the new baby into a card and sent it to Tony. The envelope had no return address and the card wasn't signed. On the reverse of the picture, Jack simply wrote Molly's and the baby's names. He knew that Tony would recognize his block printing. Tony would, in turn, forward the pictures to Kim.

The boys grew up under the watchful eyes of their parents and a doting grandfather who loved nothing more than to spoil them. Ted continued to live on his ranch for another few years before moving in with Jack and Molly and their sons. Ted, Jr.'s oldest son, Troy, had been running Ted's ranch for a few years and was at a point of being able to take over the helm completely. Ted decided that, although he was welcome to remain on the ranch with Troy and his new wife, he was more comfortable with Jack and Molly, so he moved in with them. He remained vibrant well into his 80's frequently taking his horse out into the field to help Jack with some of the less physical work. It was lunchtime one summer day and Ted was walking from the barn to the house with David. Jack and Tony were several yards ahead of them.

"I wonder what Mom is making for lunch?" David pondered. "I'm really hungry."

"Really? I'm not hungry at all. It must be the heat," Ted told him. He sounded tired.

"It's not that hot, Grandpa," David said looking surprised. His grandfather never complained about the weather regardless of how hot or cold it was.

Ted pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped the sweat from his face. He stopped to try and catch his breath.

"Are you okay, Grandpa?" David asked. He could see the color draining from Ted's face. "Maybe you'll feel better when we get in the house."

Jack noticed that Ted and David were lagging behind and turned to see why they were stopping. Even at a distance he knew something was wrong. "Tony, go get your mother. We need her right now," he said urgently as he ran toward his father-in-law. "Ted, what's wrong?"

"I'm having… trouble … breathing," Ted said haltingly as he gasped for air.

Jack put an arm around Ted's waist. "Let's get you into the house," he said as Ted allowed much of his weight to rest against his son-in-law.

Jack looked up and caught sight of Molly running down the porch steps and toward the barn. "Daddy, what's wrong?" she asked as she reached him. She helped Jack lead him into the house and they lowered him onto the sofa. Molly took his pulse and counted his respirations. "Your heart is racing," she said. "Jeff, call an ambulance."

"No!" Ted said emphatically. "No…ambulance." He was breathing a little better now that he was sitting down but was still very short of breath.

"Daddy, you need to go to a hospital. You're probably having a heart attack. We can't do anything for you here at home. You could die here."

"Molly," he whispered as he reached for her hand. "I'm an old man." He stopped speaking to get his breath. His grip on Molly's hand was suddenly very weak. He tugged on it gently to signal her to come closer. Molly dropped to her knees next to the sofa. "I miss your mother. Don't take me to the hospital." He stopped again. "Just sit here and be with me. I just want… my family to be… with me." Ted struggled to breathe as he spoke and Molly loosened his collar in hopes that it would make him more comfortable.

Jack ran back into the room. "The ambulance is on the way. They'll be here in a few minutes."

"I'm not… going," Ted panted. "They'll just keep… me alive with… machines. I don't want…that. I've had…a great run. I love you, Molly. You were…the greatest…gift that God … could have given me. I never would have…made it after your…mother died…without you."

"Daddy, I'm the reason that Mother died. If she hadn't had me, she never would have gotten sick." Tears streaked her face.

"Don't ever… say that." Ted admonished her as sternly as he could while having difficulty breathing. "Don't even… think that. You weren't… to blame, Molly. God had…a plan…for your mom…for our family. I never… understood it… but I learned…to live with it. Tell your brothers…that I love them…and their families. I know…I was too…hard on them. I hope…they can…forgive me."

"Daddy," Molly whispered through her tears, "try not to talk. The ambulance will be here soon. Are you in any pain?" Jack was kneeling behind her with his hands on her shoulders. David and Tony stood back a few feet alternately watching for the ambulance and keeping an eye on the life drama being played out in front of them.

Ted shook his head and smiled softly at her. "I'm tired, Molly. I think… I'll just close…my eyes."

Molly watched her father. His breathing eased and he started to relax. She felt his already weak grip lighten further until the hand was flaccid. "Daddy," she whispered through a quivering voice. "Oh, Daddy!" she said again as she felt for a pulse. She could hear the scream of the ambulance siren as she lowered her head onto his chest and cried.

Jack closed his eyes not ready to believe that Ted, his father-in-law, but more realistically, his adoptive father, his mentor, a man who had truly given him another chance to live, was dead. In many ways Jack grieved more deeply than Molly. A few days later, he stood numbly next to his wife and children and the rest of Molly's family at the cemetery and watched as the casket was lowered into the ground, filled with a deep sense of loss.

Molly rolled over in bed that night and stretched an arm toward Jack's side of the bed. She wanted to be close to him. Losing her father, the only parent she had ever known, made her long for Jack's comforting warmth. As she reached out for him, Molly realized that he wasn't in bed and the attached bathroom was empty and dark.

Molly got up and glanced into both of the boys' rooms first. Not finding Jack there, she went downstairs. "Jeff," she called quietly so as not to disturb his sleeping sons. "Honey, where are you?"

"Out here, babe," he called back.

Molly turned and saw the front door was open. "What are you doing sitting on the front porch?" she asked as she stepped outside.

Jack sat on the porch swing. The air was warm and pleasant and the stars and moon were bright. Jack moved the swing slowly back and forth.

Molly stood on the porch steps looking up at the sky. "Do you think he's watching us?"

"I know he is," Jack assured her.

"I miss him."

"Me, too."

"He could be exasperating as hell sometimes," Molly laughed.

"But he was a great guy. He loved you more than anything."

"I loved him, too."

"Molly, I've been thinking…" Jack started not sure how to complete the sentence. "Since Ted died, I have this overwhelming feeling…I don't know how to describe it. I can't explain it. I need to see my daughter."

Molly sat down next to him on the swing. "Jeff, we've talked about this. I told you before, whenever you decided that you were ready and it's safe, you can get in touch with Kim. Do you have any idea how you're going to contact her?"

"I can't imagine that anyone is watching her that closely anymore. I think at this point that it's safe to send an email from a neutral location. I don't want the message originating from our computer. I can probably use a computer at a library or an internet café."

"Are you going to ask her to meet you somewhere?"

"I was thinking about that resort that we stayed at a few years ago."

"You mean the one that Daddy gave us the trip to because he wanted me to get pregnant again?"

They both laughed. Ted was often less than subtle and he made no bones about the fact that he wanted another granddaughter. He had been disappointed when Jack and Molly told him that they were quite satisfied with two sons and had stopped trying to have more children. He gave them a vacation at what he considered to be a "romantic" resort to try and convince them otherwise. Rustic described the resort far more than romantic did but Jack and Molly enjoyed themselves nonetheless. It still didn't convince them to have a third child. Although Molly would have readily agreed, Jack used the excuse that he was getting to old to become a father again. In truth, he would have loved another child as much as Molly would have, but an underlying and, he knew, irrational fear gripped him and he couldn't shake it. Molly's mother had two sons first, just like Molly had, and then died after the birth of a third child. Jack was terrified that history could repeat itself. He knew that medicine had advanced far from when Mary Anderson died, but he couldn't convince himself that it was safe for them to have another baby.

"That's the one," Jack said nodding.

"Are you going alone, or do you want all of us to go?"

"I'm not sure the boys are ready to know this story yet."

"They know you have a daughter from a previous marriage and that you were widowed. Why can't they meet her?" Molly queried.

"In order for them to meet Kim, they need to know the whole story. I'll tell them someday, but not now. When I was their age, if someone told me that my father had been a CIA agent and now was wanted by two governments, I would have wanted to tell all of my friends. That's pretty heady stuff for a twelve year old and a ten year old. I can't tell them the story and then say, 'You can't tell anyone.' They need to be older, Molly. They need to understand that if they blow my cover, I'm going to prison."

Molly cringed at the mere thought. Jack's cover had been good for so long that she wouldn't do anything to risk it.

Jack continued. "I'd like you to be with me. I was hoping that we could find someone to watch the kids for a few days. We haven't had any time alone in years. It won't look suspicious."

Molly agreed to the plan and Jack sent an email to Kim. Basically, he asked that she and Chase meet him at the resort. He waited until the summer vacation season was over and made reservations in September for two private cottages nestled in a secluded part of the resort.

Kim and Chase arrived from Los Angeles around noon. The email that she had received from her father said to expect them around three o'clock. Kim nervously unpacked clothes from her suitcase into drawers and then rearranged them as if she was going to stay for months instead of days.

"Kim, calm down," Chase implored her. "Everything's going to be fine."

"I haven't seen him in 15 years, Chase. I though he was dead for the first 18 months. What are we going to say to each other?"

Chase put his arms around her. "You're going to tell him that you love him and you missed him and he's going to do the same thing. Then you're going to catch up on all that's happened. You talk about our kids, he talks about his. It's going to be fine."

The light knock on the door startled both of them. Kim stood frozen in place.

"Do you want me to answer it?" Chase asked.

Kim nodded unable to speak. She watched Chase turn and go for the door.

"No, Chase. Stop. I should answer it," she said edging Chase out of the way. Kim stepped in front of the door and drew a deep breath as she opened it.

Jack stood in the doorway, just as nervous as Kim. He was playing with the zipper on his jacket when she opened the door.

"Oh, Daddy! It's so good to see you" she cried as tears streaked her face. As Kim had grown up, she had only rarely referred to her father as "Daddy". It was usually when she was scared or upset. Right now it seemed perfectly appropriate.

Jack pulled her forcefully into his arms into a hug so strong that in nearly hurt. "Sweetheart," was all he could manage before breaking down.

Chase and Molly stood awkwardly behind their spouses not sure where to look and feeling a bit guilty about being a part of such an intense and personal reunion. Chase seemed to get his bearings first. He stepped toward Molly with his hand extended.

"I'm Chase Edmunds, Kim's husband. You must be Molly."

"It's nice to meet you," she said smiling.

Jack and Kim finally let go of each other. Still teary eyed, Jack reached for Molly. "Sweetheart," he said to Kim, "this is Molly," he paused for a second, "my wife."

"It's so good to finally meet you," Molly told Kim as she hugged her. "You're at a disadvantage here. You know nothing about me, but your father has told me all about you."

"I know everything I need to know about you," Kim said with a smile. "You make my dad happy and that's all that I care about."

The two couples spent most of the next four days together. Jack and Kim talked non-stop long into the nights to catch up on each other's lives. Kim told Jack about his four grandchildren. In addition to Chase's daughter, Angela, the couple had three children of their own. John Bauer Edmunds, who of course they called Jack, was the oldest. He and Angela were joined three years later by a set of twins, Theresa and Cole. Jack suddenly understood why Ted was so enamored with his grandchildren. He hadn't even met Kim's children and he was already in love with them.

Some of their talk centered on how much contact they could safely have. They decided that recent changes in the Chinese government made the Chinese less of a threat to Jack. Although the incident at the embassy had created a firestorm of controversy when it occurred, it appeared that it had been largely forgotten by new the Chinese leadership. Pursuing Jack Bauer was not high on their list of priorities. Chase and Kim still felt that the US government would love to get their hands on Jack. Charles Logan, although no longer president, still had a lot of friends and carried a lot of influence in Washington. According to David Palmer, who maintained a low level of contact with Kim, Logan still felt that the incident at the Chinese embassy was a black mark on his presidency despite the fact that his administration categorically denied any involvement in the raid that left the consulate dead. If Logan could get evidence that Jack was alive, he would find a way to get revenge. Kim was probably safe since she had no involvement in his disappearance, but Tony, Michelle and Chloe could all be targets of an investigation and possible legal action.

By the same token, Kim and Chase also felt that no one in the government or Secret Service was currently assigned the task of finding evidence against Jack. If it became obvious that he was alive, action would be taken against him and his co-conspirators. As long as Jack stayed out of the US and maintained his cover in Canada, he and Kim could safely meet on occasion and could correspond using a secure internet site. Kim could easily set up the site and planned to do so as soon as she got back to California.

The days passed quickly and Kim and Jack too soon found themselves saying tearful goodbyes. Jack and Molly watched as Kim and Chase drove away. They stared down the road long after the car was out of sight, then finally turned and walked hand in hand toward their cottage.

"You going to be alright?" Molly asked as she squeezed his hand.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "If you don't mind, I'd like to take walk."

"Do you want company?"

"Not right now, Molly. I'd like to be alone for a little while."

Molly nodded. She understood but was still a little worried about him as she watched him take one of the scenic footpaths that wound around the resort. She sighed and went inside the cottage to read a book and wait for Jack's return.

Jack strolled back onto the patio about an hour later. Molly saw him through the window. He sat down on a wrought iron love seat that was bathed in the midday sun. Her first instinct was to go to him, but she decided to give him a little more time. If he wanted to be with her, he would have come in the cottage looking for her. She tried to read but found herself staring out the window at him. He was still so handsome; easily as handsome as the day she met him. True, he had a few more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and his temples were a little grayer, but he still cut a handsome figure and his warm eyes and kind smile frequently made younger women turn their heads.

After watching him sit alone for fifteen or twenty minutes, Molly decided to join him. She walked out onto the patio and came up behind him.

"Are you okay?" she asked as she put her hands on his shoulders.

Jack pulled one of her hands to his mouth and kissed it. "I'm fine," he whispered. "I was worried about how I would react to Kim leaving, but I'm okay. I'm so grateful that I got to see her. And now we have a safe way of communicating. We'll probably see her again in a year or two. For so many years, I tried to close the book on that part of my life. I couldn't forget it, but I tried not to think about it. That was hard and it hurt. Now, it's safe to think about it again. I can think about Kim and know that she's fine and she's happy and she doesn't hate me." He tugged at Molly's hand and she sat down on the arm of the loveseat. "Thank you, Molly, for supporting me through all of this. I'm not sure every woman would have been happy about having to go back and relive my past, but you were there for me every step of the way and I can't thank you enough."

"You don't have to thank me. We support each other. I don't know what I would have done without you when Daddy died. The road goes in both directions, Jeff."

Jack smiled and pulled her down onto his lap and kissed her. It was then that Molly felt something different in his kiss. She couldn't explain it totally. The kiss was intense and passionate but it was somehow less urgent than in the past.

"You know what?" Jack asked. "We have the next 18 hours all to ourselves before we have to go home. No kids, no cows, no interruptions. Just you and me." He kissed her again.

"And what do you propose that we do with those 18 hours, Mr. McCarthy?" Molly asked coyly as she repositioned herself so that she was straddling his lap.

"I have a book I was planning to read," he teased.

"Wrong answer," Molly told him. She put her hand behind his head and pulled his face to hers.

"I like your idea better," Jack said with a soft smile. He touched her face and kissed her then started to work his way down her neck. Again Molly noticed the difference in her husband. He unbuttoned her blouse and carefully peeled it away from her skin. All urgency was gone from his touch. All that was left was the tenderness and passion that had always been a part of their relationship.

Jack took Molly's blouse and bra off and dropped them onto the flagstone patio. She liked the feeling of the warm September sun on her bare breasts. That, in combination with Jack kissing and sucking on them in this new, calmer, more patient manner, left her breathless and begging him for more.

He was happy to oblige. They slowly made their way inside the cottage and to the bedroom leaving a trail of forgotten clothing in their wake. It took them nearly a half hour to reach the bed, and by then, neither had on a stitch of clothing and they were long past foreplay. Molly pushed Jack onto the bed and climbed on top of him. She was surprised to find that he didn't challenge her. He always challenged her for the superior position. It was more of a game than anything else, playful and loving, and she won more often than she lost, but he challenged her nonetheless. Even when she won, she only maintained the position through her own climax. Once she was satisfied and her body relaxed on top of his, Jack always turned them over, penetrated her again and they picked up a new rhythm until he, too, was satisfied.

That afternoon was different. Molly's position on top went unchallenged. She set the pace and together they pounded out a slow, maddening rhythm. Minutes later they were crying out, holding each other, bodies in spasm bucking against each other in one of the most intense orgasms either could ever remember. Molly could never remember Jack being so vocal. He was always quiet during sex at most allowing low, guttural moans to escape from his throat only when he couldn't control himself any more.

Molly lay in Jack's arms reveling in the afterglow of their love, her lips curled into a soft smile and her eyes focused on some distant point. Jack kissed the tip of her nose. "What are you thinking about?"

Jack loved pillow talk. Molly always thought that was funny. He was so serious and so intense most of the time, but lying in bed after sharing his body with her, he seemed more open to share his thoughts and dreams as well.

"Do you remember the first time we made love?" Molly asked.

"Of course I do. How could I ever forget that?" He kissed her again.

"When you asked me to watch the hockey game, did you plan for us to end up in bed?"

"No, not consciously. Subconsciously it was what I wanted from the first time I met you. When I invited you in that night, I fully intended to watch the hockey game and have a couple of drinks. Once I got the first drink under my belt, I guess I got bold. Having you so close to me… well, it excited me. It still does." He kissed her tenderly. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know," Molly shrugged. "I've always wondered but I just never really wanted to ask."

"Well as long as we're baring out souls," Jack started. "How close did you come to throwing me out the night that I came clean to you about my past?"

Molly laughed. "Pretty damn close. I picked up your coat and was about to hand it to you."

"What stopped you?"

"I loved you. I loved how you treated me and I loved being with you. I didn't like it that you hadn't confided in me earlier, but you weren't exactly telling me that you were an ax murderer who was wanted in 30 states and 7 countries. You were a government agent with a stellar record whose government had failed you. No matter how angry and upset I was, you deserved to have your story heard. So I decided that I needed to give you the chance."

"Tell me the truth. Have you ever been sorry?" Jack asked.

"Not for a minute. I love you every bit as much, no, I love you more today than I did that night."

Satisfied with her answer, Jack drew Molly a little tighter in his arms. Silently, he thanked God for giving her to him. He remembered something that Ted said just before he died. He said that "God had a plan." Jack remembered his mother saying that when he was young. He never quite believed it and at the nadir of his life, he was sure that if there was a God, that He had no good plan in store for Jack Bauer. Now, looking at his life at this moment, he realized that there truly was a plan. There was a reason for all the bad that had happened. It all was to lead him here to this place, to this woman, to have a family and a life that he could enjoy. All of the pain of the past made the life of Jeff McCarthy so much better than the life of Jack Bauer, but without Jack Bauer, Jeff McCarthy would have no real appreciation for all that he had.

Jack and Molly returned to their life on the ranch. The summer work was waning as fall approached and they readied themselves for winter. Molly watched Jack go about the work of running a ranch and could see a change in him. No one else would have noticed, but then, no one else knew him as well as she did. He was a little more animated, a little less serious than he had been before seeing Kim. She noticed that he seemed to have lightened up on the boys a little bit. He had always been a good, patient father, but he had an intensity about him that made him push the boys a little harder than Molly thought necessary at times. That intensity seemed to have cooled just a degree or two. He seemed calmer, more at peace with himself and she loved it.

Jack and Molly lived out their lives on the ranch. Jack and Kim continued to communicate and to see each other every year or so. Eventually, after the deaths of Charles Logan and most of his cabinet, Jack felt it was safe to contact Tony and Michelle. They enjoyed a long overdue reunion and renewed a friendship that, although interrupted for nearly two decades, picked up easily where it had left off.

The couples continued to meet regularly through the years. They always met in Canada or occasionally in the winter on some warm island. Jack categorically refused to enter the United States. He no longer feared arrest but harbored a deep resentment for the treatment he had received from a country he had spent twenty years protecting and defending.

David and Tony grew up, and like most children, moved away. But it didn't take either one long to realize that their hearts remained on the ranch where they grew up. David became a veterinarian and after years away from home during college and veterinary school, he passed up a chance to join a lucrative practice in Vancouver to return home. He set up practice about 30 miles from his parents' ranch. Tony went to college and majored in criminology. He was a lot like Jack in his youth with an adventurous streak and a strong sense of justice. Several years in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police provided him with enough adventure for a lifetime. With a new wife who was terrified of the prospects of his being hurt or killed in the line of duty, Tony decided that it was time to settle down. He and his wife returned to the ranch and built a home on one of the lesser used corners.

By that time, Jack was ready to relinquish the reins of the ranch to his younger son. He was always nearby to help and spent nearly as many hours on top of a horse as Tony did, but he also enjoyed spending some extra time with Molly and with the seven grandchildren their sons had given them. Kim and her family, which included her own grandchildren, were occasional visitors to the ranch as well.

Jack died in Molly's arms just short of his 86th birthday. His death was sudden and by the time they contacted Kim and she arrived at the ranch, he was gone. She stood next to Molly at the cemetery holding her hand and comforting her as if she were her own mother.

Despite the fact that everyone who knew Jack missed him, it was difficult to grieve for him. He had such an unbelievable life. It was the stuff of adventure novels and feature movies. It was filled with pain and happiness, with devastating loss and incredible joy, with highs and lows with which few could identify or understand. It is so rare to find someone who lives his life fully and in Jack's case, he did it twice.