He was Jack every day of his life.
But John Ellis was his given name, as it is, at least in part, mine as well. Eldest sons on his side of our family have bounced around in naming between Percy and John, Ellis and Taylor, for many a generation.
Like all good dads, he was full of stories. And lessons. Patience. And advice.
He died yesterday. Peacefully. In my mother's arms, his wife of 52 years. It was beautiful. And so sad. The way a death should be, I suppose.
