Our beloved Mad Jack left us last April. Mrs. Mad Jack sends us a story.
Jack and I watched the cardinals before he died.
We were stuck home in quarantine and one summer a bald-headed one kept showing up. I started calling him ‘Dad’ ‘ cause my Dad was bald-headed. Friend of mine told me they molted and of course, Jack looked it up and found that to be true. Then it got to be a joke with us, too, whenever Dad would show up, almost daily. Jack told me he was going to come by and check on me after he died so of course, when a healthy vibrant cardinal showed up, I just started saying, “Hey, Jack.”
They raised a family or maybe a couple, I don’t know, but I kept the food up all summer and they’d all come by to graze. One of Jack’s friends asked me why I was leaving the food out during the summer. It was because I wanted to see if he’d come by.
Now he comes nearly every day.