Joseph R. Proulx

My great uncle Jack was a very good man to all of us, He was loving he was sweet and he was funny. When we would go to his house any time he would always be on his couch with Grampa Mike with a beer in there hand watching sports and if the other team scored they would yell at the T.V saying comeon what were you thinking. So if I ever needed one of them I would always know were to find them. That is why I love my uncle Jack.

My great uncle Jack was an amazing person. I will never forget the way he sat there in his big chair on any holiday. He always had a beer in his hand watching sports. I sat on the ground watching him yell " Go go go." I will never forget this great man.

When I think of Uncle Jack, I smile remembering how he tried to show me the right way to use a bow and arrow many years ago. I picture him flying in the air from the Glenwood Hills ski jump. And I remember watching him ski at Trollhaugen while I sat in the lodge drinking Coke with my mom and Aunt Barb. Uncle Jack, you will be missed. Although I didn't see you in recent months, I had you in my thoughts and prayers. I love you!