As many of you know, I never had much in the way of family. I'll spare you the details for the time being. I ended up building a "family" from the close friends I have. I'd give my life for these people, they've made me who I am today and are still helping me grow.
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| My brothers |
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| My new family. |
I had a few Great Aunts; Linda, Nancy, and Sandy. And they helped me through a lot, but I always felt I was missing some parts of my family.
I found friends to be helpful in Filling Gaps;
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| A whole group of them |
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| Santi, Hannah, and Cat |
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| Chenia |
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| Dotti and Roger Coffman |
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| The Coffman Anderson Clan |
These folks took me in and made me one of their own, I might have well been a grandson to the Coffmans. Now with them became a few strange characters not pictured. One of those characters was Jack.....
Jimmy "Jack" William Pennington
Aug. 1, 1961 - Dec. 14, 2013
Go to http://www.dnronline.com/obituaries/view/4497 to see the Obituary.
Jack was a good friend of mine, even if he was in his early 50's. There were quite a few adventures with the old boy, he was a designated hunting/fishing partner, farm mechanic, part time tinkerer, shop manager, and so much more to me.
He loved to be outdoors, could hardly keep him inside. They practically had to tie him to the bed when he was in the hospital with Pneumonia a few years back. He spent his days looking for deer on the back 40 of our land, or sitting in the shop working on an assortment of lawnmowers and weedeaters. He was a good old West Virginia mountain boy. I will never forget the trip we took to his "home place" for my 18th birthday. Willie, Jack, John and me took a three day weekend to go back to Harman WV. We left late on Thursday night to avoid traffic. As our caravan topped Afton Mountain we were met with almost a foot of snow. By the time we left on Sunday there was over 2 1/2 feet of snow on the ground. Jack became a close friend as time rolled on. We began to give each other a hard time, and the more we hunted together the closer friends we became. I still say that blazer had nothing on my jeep, and that .22 magnum couldn't put down no deer. Jack loved his sweets, and coffee. That was his basic diet I think, well that and a cigarette.
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Jack;
you loved all of us over on the farm, just as much as we loved you. The farm will never be the same without you there. At least you are at peace now, Old boy. Jack I knew that you believed and for that I am glad. None of us have ever been catholic; but if we were, chances are we'd of prayed to St. Hubertus quite often. He is the patron saint of Hunters. One of his symbols adorns the Jägermeister label. The catholics have medals and coins that also depict him.
I bought two of these Medallions today Jack, one I added to my cross charm, the other will travel in my bag. If I should hunt, or climb another mountain before coming home. I will leave it in the woods for you. If it comes home with me I will take it to your home place and leave it there.
You also knew my love of tattoos jack and how I want to do a lot of memorial tattoos over time. I'm working on yours now my friend. I feel it will be a symbol of St. Hubertus with the .22 mag and a fishing pole adorning it. With Action Jackson written below. I'm not 100% sure yet, well have to let it mature a while.
Anyway Jack; Don't kill to many deer in heaven save some for me..... Maybe you where good enough for God to give you something besides that .22LR, he knows that thing can't bring em down.
We Miss you Action, Love ya Always,
Cody A. Glick
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