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Jill McGuire
2025, Gilbert, AZ, USA

Time passes too quickly. And yet, it doesn’t. Not really.

For when the best part of you dies, the days and eventually years that follow seem to pass by in slow motion. A gaping, unfillable void that stalls forward motion.

Today marks the fifth year since my beloved Jack took his final breath at 11:12pmCT in our Wheaton, IL home.

And yet, he continues to inhabit my very being and will always be the best part of me - the bright & shining North Star that lights my way forward, especially in my darkest hour.

I recently came across this quote (author unknown) that captures the essence of my Jack:

A well-lived life does not end

any more than music ends…

It echoes through time

With whispers of beauty and grace.

How truly blessed we were. And I am. Still.

100 years ago today on February 7, 1925, a baby boy was born at St. Bernard's Hospital in Chicago, Illinois. Joseph John McGuire was the second son & third child of Mrs. Kathryn McGuire and her husband, Chicago Police Officer Martin J. McGuire.

In his memoir Grand Crossing, Coming of Age on Chicago's South Side during the Great Depression, he would later write: "I hated my name, so I called myself 'Jack.' Pretty soon so did everybody else." 

Yep. The man I came to know and love for nearly a half century, will always and forever be "Jack" to me . . . or as my son Mike once called him when he (my son) was just a boy - "Jake."

Memories of my Jake - and of us, together, continue to uplift and inspire me and fill me with joy.  And yes, sadness, too. 

Especially now.  

As Jack's spirit continues to shine down upon me from his heavenly perch - and as together we celebrate the recent birth our first great grandson, Kai Kiyoshi Yamamoto - I know he would be thrilled beyond words (which is A LOT for a wordsmith!!!) and only sad because he's not here to hold the little guy in his arms and make him laugh!

He couldn't help himself. Jack was just such a funny guy, who always had our three grandsons in stitches. Bryson (now age 23) once asked me if his Grandpa Jack knew the Marx Brothers, after watching a documentary for his film class about the trio whose antics reminded him of his Grandpa. The boys always thought their Grandpa Jack was the funniest guy they ever knew.  They still do! xoxo 

Four years ago today - at 11:12pmCT - my beloved “Jake” bid me his final farewell. It might have been just yesterday, for some days it still feels that way, when the palpable sensation of “phantom pain” at losing part of myself still threatens to paralyze my being.

You think that their dying is the worst thing that could happen

. . . And then they stay dead.

- Distressed Haiku by Donald Hall

Recently, I came across some post-it notes I had pasted on the cover of the turntable we kept in our basement, where Jack listened to his prized collection of Big Band records.

Among the random assortment of thoughts & quotes:

LOVE is a form of labor (“birth” experience)

- JOY is the gift of Love

- GRIEF is the price of Love

- ANGER is the force of Love that protects that which is Love

Still, on this day – and every day - I am and will always remain so very GRATEFUL for the life we shared.

One of Jack’s all-time favorite quotes, which he took great joy in telling me and writing to me:

Have I remembered to tell you today that I adore you?

- Dodsworth (1938)

(one of our all-time favorite classic movies)

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On this 101st "anniversary" of his birth, and as I do on most days since his passing, I think of my Jake with forever love in my heart; with deep and abiding gratitude for the life we shared together and for the precious gift of memory without which I would be lost. 

Always and forever, Your Jilly

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Just noticed that this wartim…
1944, Somewhere in England
Just noticed that this wartime reunion story made the hometown paper a day before Dad's 19th birthday.
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Happy Heavenly 99th Birthday to the Love of my life!                                                                                                              

Sometimes I still can’t believe it. That a man so full of life and laughter. . .of wit and wisdom . . . whose curiosity about the people and places of the world fueled his nearly insatiable appetite for travel and discovery over the decades. . . is no longer here.  People used to say you reminded them of the Eveready battery. . . because you just kept going...and going...and going. Until you couldn't anymore.

To be honest, it often feels like you’re still here - my best friend and soulmate - helping me navigate the inevitable pitfalls and potholes of widowhood, while gently guiding me towards whatever lies ahead. “You can do this, Jilly.” It’s what you always used to say when I needed an extra little nudge to keep on moving forward.

You dreamed BIG. Believed in yourself. And knew how to make magic happen.                                                     

I miss your fun-loving spirit, Jack.  And I miss YOU so very very much.

You are my Lodestar. 

My Forever Love.

Your Jilly

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Happy Birthday, Dad!
2013, Wheaton, IL
Happy Birthday, Dad!
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2024, Gilbert, AZ, USA
Paying tribute to Jack's 99th Birthday which would have been today.
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February 7, 2023

Today would have been Jack's 98th birthday. For those of us who knew him best and loved him most,  words cannot describe our profound sense of grief and loss over his passing.  Even now. And forever.

But here's the thing.  Jack created the life he wanted to live and worked really hard at making it a reality. And he was always, not only willing, but eager to help other budding young writers in their quest for success. In so doing, he left us with a roadmap of sorts; perhaps not literally, but a way forward to make our own dreams come true. One simple, yet profound piece of advice: "Writers write!"   

Just last week, I came across what I believe to be Jack's last published travel article, written at age 92.       He never lost that "thrill of discovery . . . and the delight of rediscovery, digging deeper, revealing hidden treasures not first seen."

Notes from a veteran travel writer’s dog-eared journal

At the twilight of a long travel writing career, I realize among the great pleasures and privileges of my journey was the thrill of discovery. Equally satisfying has been the delight of rediscovery, digging deeper, revealing hidden treasures not first seen. An avid travel consumer and long-time freelance travel journalist, I've visited more than 82 countries and sailed on 30 cruises ... up the Amazon, down the Nile and through island archipelagos, dropping anchor in exotic ports of call around the globe, creating indelible memories of the world's fascinating people, places and things.

Here's a sampling of some of my favorites:

Paris without tears

My love affair with this great city began during World War II. A young soldier stationed at a military airdrome near the French capital, I finagled a series of off-duty weekend visits that first captured my heart. I've been back to Paris many more times during the years, never tiring of her lasting endearments, the physical and spiritual essence of what makes Paris Paris. In my view, it's the most romantic city in the world. Getting around this sprawling metropolis is a breeze on the Metro, the city's famed subway system, but nothing beats a walkabout in Paris for a close-up view of the timeless monuments, classic museums and celebrated restaurants of this world-class city that lives up to its own clichés.

In the lilt of Irish laughter

As writer/host of a travel show on a Chicago radio station, I was delighted when the opportunity presented itself to escort a group of our Irish-American listeners to the land of our forefathers. Not only that, we'd get to march in Dublin's annual St. Patrick's Day Parade! On the big day, our group of 50 fell into step behind another troupe of Americans — the famous Mummers Marching Band from Philadelphia. Capped, speckled and spangled, the high-stepping performers led us down O'Connell Street in an explosion of color and sound. Cheering us on along the way, scores of shouting, laughing Dubliners lined the street, giving us a grand warm welcome.

All hail the Queen

A transatlantic crossing aboard the Queen Mary II is a pinnacle travel event. For a self-professed Anglophile, it's even better than that. The most glamorous passenger ship afloat combines the style and grace of the legendary ocean liners of yore with five-star amenities unrivaled by today's most luxurious land-based hotels: world-class entertainment, enrichment lectures and elegant daily sustenance for the body, mind and spirit. Sailing from Southampton to New York with no port calls to break the rhythm of the voyage, we enjoyed the daily QM2 schedule at our own leisurely pace. Orchestrated by the ship's master chef, a symphony of menu selections par excellence were featured daily in an abundant variety of onboard dining venues. Our once-in-a-lifetime grand crossing coming to an end, the great ship slowly passed under the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge, her funnel barely clearing the underbelly less than 12 feet above. As we approached New York Harbor, passengers lined the ship's port side, eager to catch a glimpse of the Statue of Liberty in the distance, shrouded in the early morning mist.

Land of the pharaohs

Standing on a wind-swept desert, gazing at the pyramids and nearby Sphinx silhouetted against a cloudless horizon, I was overwhelmed as much by the historical significance of the ancient architectural marvels as by their awesome size. The initial appeal of Egypt's great antiquities might be through the eyes, but their indelible entry into the soul is through the emotions. The realization millions before me had stood in this exact same place paying silent homage to their brooding splendor was both humbling and uplifting. Neither age, nor civic strife, has withered Egypt's primeval beauty nor stilled its ancient voice. The crumbling remains of its fabled past have been restored and preserved, testimony to a vanished civilization that refuses to be lost in history's maze.

Adventure on demand

Whenever people ask "What's your favorite trip?" my answer is always the same: "an African safari." When was the last time a poisonous green mamba sat coiled beneath your chair at an outdoor barbecue? Or a raging bull elephant charged down the road after your open-top safari vehicle? Talk about an adrenaline rush. During a camera safari to East Africa (Kenya and Tanzania), these and other seminal encounters remain as vivid today as when they first occurred: thundering waves of wildebeest on migration across the Serengeti, a lone giraffe blissfully nibbling on a treetop at the Masai Mara Game Reserve, or Samba, the great cats of Africa, in their natural Ngorongoro Crater habitat. If you're planning to visit this exotic wilderness savanna, hurry.

Rendezvous with Ronda

Once in a great while an unexpected discovery crosses your path leaving an indelible mark on your psyche. Ronda, in Spain's Andalusia region, is just such a place. When one of our colleagues went missing, our tour guide Gabriel responded with a flourish, "No problem. To be lost in Ronda is to discover Spain." At the centerpiece of this ancient village, the eighth-century Puente Nuevo Bridge spans a gaping gorge of limestone, offering a spectacular panorama of rocky cliffs surrounding the magical little town. Among Ronda's most captivating attractions is the Plaza de Toros, one of Spain's oldest bullrings, its museum filled with colorful costumes and bullfighting memorabilia. A closer look reveals black-and-white photos of Ernest Hemingway, notorious lover of the bullfights. Actor/director Orson Welles was another aficionado, whose ashes, by the way, are buried at a nearby estate.

Freelance writerJack McGuire is the author of "Grand Crossing, Coming of Age on Chicago's South Side during the Great Depression."

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Jill McGuire
2022, Gilbert, AZ, USA

December 5, 2022

On this 2nd anniversary of my Jack's passing , it  came to me this morning that the depth & duration of my grief are a reflection of the ever-deepening & abiding love my Jack & I shared during our lifetime together.

It’s a price I’m willing to pay.

I will cherish every precious moment & memory.

Painful though they may be.

*  *  *

The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not 'get over' the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again, but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same . Nor would you want to be.

  • Dr. Elizabeth Kübler-Ross

Jill McGuire
2022, Gilbert, AZ, USA

December 5, 2022

Two years ago today, at 11:12pmCST, my beloved husband Jack was lifted up into the heavens for all eternity.

Jack once told me his Dad used to call him Shakespeare.

Because he revered the bard’s prolific works & often quoted some of his most memorable lines.

The following excerpt reminds me of my Jake and the most spectacularly star-studded midnight sky we’d ever seen - before or since - high up on a mountaintop in AZ.

One day, I’m going to find that spot again and lie on the ground as we once did together so very long ago. And I will gaze up at his twinkling visage shining down upon me, the brightest amongst the millions of stars in the heavens.

ROMEO AND JULIET…

"When he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine,

That all the world will be in love with night

and pay no worship to

the garish sun."

  • William Shakespeare

The darker the night, the brighter the stars. The deeper the grief, the closer is God.

  •  Fyodor Doestoevsky

I don’t have a story or a picture involving his birthday.  Yet, I just want to say :

Happy birthday, Jack in heaven! We miss you  and are thankful for your presence in our lives! 💚

Every year on my birthday, Grandpa Jack would call & he & Grandma Jill would sing happy birthday to me…his animated voice carried the song & I couldn’t help but picture him being a little silly while doing it. Although genuine, his silliness always put a smile on my face.  And the best was watching him make his grandsons giggle…never a dull moment around Grandpa Jack!
Jill & Dad on the Nichols…
2009, Art Institute of Chicago, South Michigan Avenue, Chicago, IL, USA
Jill & Dad on the Nichols Bridgeway, coming out of the museum, as we head over to Millennium Park to see "The Bean".
Spending a beautiful day walk…
2019, Northside Park, North West Street, Wheaton, IL, USA
Spending a beautiful day walking through the park, sitting by the lake, and enjoying the warm sun on our faces.

Today would have been my Jack’s 97th Birthday.

In his 95 years, despite numerous health challenges and setbacks along the way, he lived life to the fullest. For he knew no other way.

As I think about our long and wonderful life together, these words often come to mind:

"…I’ve discovered something: it is possible to recover from a catastrophic loss without every getting over it. [speaking of her husband years after his death.]

“While we were together, we traveled a lot . . . and often now I think of those footprints we left all over the world. I see them in my dreams: two sets of linked tracks, like birds.

“Cranes,” I said.

She smiled at me. “Yes. Cranes.”

                           - The Commoner by John Burnham Schwartz

Thank you, Jake.  For teaching me resilience. And for giving me the courage to soldier on.

Your Jilly 

*In the Japanese culture, the crane is a symbol of good luck and longevity.

One year ago today at 11:12 pm, my beloved Jack took his final breath.

But he is not gone. He is just somewhere else. 

Until we can be together again.  

Recently, I discovered these “final words from JM":

Don’t grieve for me, for now I am free; following the path God laid for me.                                                                        

I took His hand when I heard Him call; I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day, to laugh, to love, to work or play.                                                                                       

Tasks undone must stay that way; I found that place at the close of day.

If my parting has left a void, then fill it with remembered joy.                                                                                                    

A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss; ah yes, these things, I too will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow; I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.

My life’s been full. I savored much – good friends, good times, my Jilly’s treasured touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all to brief; don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.

Lift up your heart and share with me. God wanted me now. He set me free.

Jill
My sincere sympathy and am so sorry to hear of your Jacks passing.
Regards
John Saccomanno
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Jack's best buddy
Monmouth College, Monmouth, IL, USA
Jack's best buddy "Doc" Calhoun channeling Groucho :)
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Dear Jill:
I'm embarrassed to be chiming in here so late. I was very saddened to hear of Jack's passing. He was a truly terrific guy, and I always enjoyed our phone calls on our shared February birthdate.

Jack was my Dad's best friend and, as I got to know Jack over the years, I fully understood why. Although my father wasn't the world traveller that Jack was, they shared many of the same interests and really understood one another. Jack was so warm, funny, and good-natured, it was impossible NOT to like him. Even year's after Dad's passing, Jack stayed in touch and always shared fun stories about their younger days. He didn't have to do this, stay in touch with his friend's son, but that's just the kind of guy that he was.

Jack was a lovely man who really lived a wonderful life. (I had to throw at least one movie reference in here!)
Our sincere condolences to you and your entire family.

Best always,

Ward
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Wheaton Grand Theater, Wheaton IL
@ Jack's 80th Birthday - seems like just yesterday!
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