I just got this news last night because my dunb-ass mom thought I wouldn't care. Bitch.
It seems that early Sun morning, while I was waiting to watch the Bengals destroy the Ravens, one of my aunt's best friends, and my friend, died in his sleep. He had been struggling for some time with health issues, which I never asked him about because it would've been rude, but this last one was a situation the doctors completely overlooked. I'm not too sure of the specifics, but apparently he had a stroke while sleeping, and since he lives alone, no one noticed until my aunt went to visit him Sun. afternoon.
He was a great man in his simplicity, never raised his voice in anger, always had logic and common sense about him to impart, and was a laugh machine when he thought of jokes. After I lost my apartment in 2000, I gave him the bed I was using so he would have one. He was always supportive, and would help out anyone if he had the means, and would find them help if he couldn't.
The world lost a true human being Sun., and a fine man. He may not have been a saint, but he was closer than I will ever be. I miss him already.
So here's to you, Jack, wherever you are. *Raises Coke 20 oz. to the sky* Hope we meet again someday! {This was typed while being spoken.}