
My Uncle Jack (the beautiful young boy on the left in the picture above taken on Folly Beach in the early 30's) inspired one of the characters in my yet-to-be-published novel. While he's not pivotal to the telling to the story, his character is very important to Lucy, the main character. (The real Lucy, my mom is front right.)
Jack Lewis was my mother's little brother and they loved each other fiercely. That word applied to their relationship long before it became trendy, and it truly described how they felt for one another. My mom died in 1990 at the very young age of 74, her baby brother died yesterday at almost 88. He had been ill for several years, in and out of the hospital for quite some time, and unfortunately buried his oldest child just three months ago.
But as I told his wife last night, we (his nieces and nephews) always thought of him as the "cool" one. I sent her a note on her facebook page (you see she's cool too)! He had been a fighter pilot in WWII and was very cute and had this droll sense of humor that even though we didn't always get it at first we knew to act like we did because then maybe he'd think we were cool, too.
Uncle Jack's passing marks the end of a generation and leaves it up to the twelve children and many grandchildren and now many, many great grandchildren the three Lewis siblings left to carry on. I know my mom would still be so proud of her baby brother.