I spoke with an old friend last night who told me that Jack had died.
Very few people saw Jack in the same light I did. I had many in depth conversations with him about life and what one can do to achieve well-being.
Jack was a kind person. I could see that people took advantage of his generosity. I believe his kindness created a foundation for a sadness few ever know. He believed that others would respond in kind, and they often did not.
There is a line from a song which states, "Once in a while we get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right".
Jack and I became friends during periods in our lives that were dark and troubling. I found solace in his friendship.
I don't hug many people in life, but I can say that I hugged Jack Cukrov and told him I loved him.
Every person we touch leaves a mark on our souls.Jack Cukrov and Gary Harper are inextricably entwined in a cosmic quilt of what was.
Jack and I were in the yard at 30th Street, when a crow landed on the fence. Jack looked over at it and said, " You know Gary, I just got this tattoo of a crow on my arm, and all of a sudden like, that crow on the fence has started hanging out here. That's pretty weird don't ya think Gar? "Yeah, Bro..It's pretty weird", and I snapped a photo.
Jack and I shall meet again to raise our glasses to the crow residing at Whiskey Flats.