“Almost no one wore black to Jack Joseph Jabbour’s memorial service. Instead, the rows of New Hope Church on Friday were filled with family and friends — some smiling, some weeping — wearing bright colors…
— Read on www.postindependent.com/news/before-i-say-ta-ta-for-now-new-castle-honors-jack-jabbour-with-a-celebration-of-life/
Front page, above the foldSo that’s my brother Jack. We (the family) had a second service for him Friday, May 31st, in New Castle, Colorado. There had been one in Lawerence, Kansas, on Friday, April 26th, for all his new friends.
Let’s talk a little about Life, instead of death.
A life is worth
what? What is strange is that my brother, Jack, wasn’t cool. His life could be categorized as a “happy accident”. We tried to piece together the story, a timeline, sitting around the fire in the lodge that was Twin Creek Game Ranch in Silt, Colorado, the night before. It was fun, but strange, because we couldn’t quite make sense of it.
The truth is, despite photo albums to help us remember, and tape recordings and videos – nothing really coalesced into the why of it all. Why did my brother’s life happen the way it did? Furthermore, end with so much joy and peace (contentment)?
I was blown away
by the turnout. There must have been around 400 people who came to celebrate Jack’s life. And the joint (New Hope Church, a repurposed bowling alley on the edge of town.) was jumping! Just as Jack had planned it.
He knew he was dying and left instructions for his service. It was not to be about him, or his life; but a testimony to the power of Christ’s love. Holy Shit! was it ever. I damn near signed up. Jake (my son), too. The spirit in the room was powerful. Moreover, the love and appreciation contagious.
Happy Accidents
is what my psych-girl calls such events as was my brother’s life. He just wanted to be a Rock n Roller, to “bang on the drum all day”. [Todd Rundgren (1982)] Nonetheless, that wish turned into a huge community and church in Garfield county. Jack’s impact on the people of Glenwood Springs, New Castle, Silt, and Rifle, Colorado was nothing short of miraculous. Makes you wonder. Maybe there’s something to it–God’s plan? After all.
Home alone
finally, on Monday the 3rd of June, I had my own celebration. With whiskey (Evan Williams) and music (My ‘Surfside Cafe’ playlist on Spotify) and a candle (Harbor Shore scent). I set about putting Jack’s remains in an oak box, and potting a geranium cutting I’d started. I named the budding plant J3.
Now, I’ve got a facsimile of the beach in my apartment. Riders on the Storm (The Doors, 1971) comes on the playlist. Jack and I were that, for sure. Notwithstanding we sailed in different boats.
Call me crazy but … ?
In conclusion.
Is there such a thing? Ever? A conclusion?
At the service the speakers spoke of seeing Jack soon. Rockin’ out in heaven with Jesus. His band joined with Jack’s. Jack playing lead guitar and vocals.
Maybe. You never know. I sure as hell don’t.
First and foremost Mark, I’m terribly sorry for your loss. I lost my brother 7 years ago to cancer. At his memorial service, I was stunned. A lot of what you said here was exactly how I felt. He had moved to Florida years ago, and we drifted apart. He was busy in his church, and raising his daughter, and I was busy in my church and raising my kids.
When I had to give the eulogy, pretty much all I could remember about him was a kid growing up. I never really understood what he did as a man, neither in his community or his church. His work shut down for the day so everyone could attend the memorial. His church was packed. I can’t tell you how often I’ve cried…not because I miss him…but because I never really knew him.
After all was said and done, I realized that my baby brother was forty times the man I ever was. I was thankful for that because he was a good guy. I’m just sorry I didn’t get to know him as he grew up.
Many thanks, Rich. That’s very interesting. Makes me wonder still – the why of things. Maybe you were riding out the same storm, in similar boats; but in different oceans?
Mark, I feel sad for your loss of Jack. The loss of a brother is close to one’s heart. Hope you’re doing alright. It’s nice that he lived a long and valued life. 🥲
Thanks Mark, (G?). The service WAS amazing! Jack was so loved and appreciated in Garfield county. He will be missed by many. And remembered fondly and well.
I am so glad you were moved in the way you were. I felt Jack’s spirit while you were celebrating his life and felt his influence every time he serenaded us during COVID, even though it left him to suffer. Jack, cheering US up and encouraging US, while he was dealing. His attitude was what I aspire to for my end. His faith is what I yearn for. Yes, Mark, maybe you should have “signed up.” You know you still can.
Thanks, Pat. Jack’s was a long (?) and joyful life. Of course, with moments of sorrow and suffering. I was there- for most if it. As for me, I’m doing well and we’ll see about that other thing.
Thanks again, cheers.
Uncle Mark, I always enjoy your writing and your take on things. Thank you for this tribute and sharing about dad. He meant the world to many, but to us he will always be even more than that. Let’s keep each other close, keep sharing stories, keep visiting, and continue loving.
Love you lots!
~Amber
Thanks Amber. I’m so glad you take the time to read this blog. You’re so right! We must make the effort to stay connected. Love you, too.