Jack Hunter was a man I’ll never forget. He was one of a kind.
Jack taught me how to tie a bowline, he taught me that I really, really wanted a Bruce anchor on our boat, and he showed me that the old salties could manage to get somewhere in the fog without all the fancy contraptions you’d find on a mega yacht.
He had a smile that lit up a room, and a laugh that was positively infectious.
Sometimes you had to yell in his ear because he couldn’t hear worth a darn. But his mind was sharp as a tack and every time he read something about fish in the paper he’d corner me at the next function and ask me about it.
He had an infectious laugh, and a twinkle in his eye. You hear people say that, but it usually isn’t true….it was with Jack.
He always called me sweetie….and actually got away with it….
I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to Jack….because nobody told me that he had left us until after the funeral was over. And it was after I’d sent out the newsletter for the month of July, so others probably don’t know either. Somehow it didn’t widely get out that we had lost someone special.
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| HUNTER Jack Thomas November 22, 1923 – June 26, 2009 Jack was predeceased by his first wife Phyllis. He is survived by his wife Barbara, son David Hunter, daughter Judy Connors, four grandchildren, seven great-grandchildren. There will be a graveside service for Jack at Forest Lawn Memorial Park, 3789 Royal Oak Avenue, Burnaby, BC on Tuesday, July 7th at two o’clock in the afternoon. In lieu of flowers donations may be made to the heart and stroke foundation. | |||