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by Jack Smith » Sat May 10, 2003 5:27 am
Hello,
We just returned from Jack's memorial service. It was very beautiful and moving. It is a comfort to know that Jack was surrounded by so many people who loved him here in Grand Junction. The support and love that we feel from the slalom family is also helping us get through this difficult time.
Having Gary Fluitt and Dan Gesmer attend the service meant so much to us.
I also want to share an email that we received from Farid, we also had the Pastor read this at Jack's service.
Love,
Jack and Maurine
Hi Jack,
I just got back from my "14 Cone Salute" for your son and family. It felt very special to me and I want to share it with you.
As you know, I live in the Santa Cruz Mountains and off the road we live on is another road called Weaver. It's about 2800 ft above sea level and it winds around the edge of the mountain. To the right you look down into a deep ravine (steeper than 45 degrees and goes down almost 2000
ft), look to the left, the side of the mountain goes up, just as steep. Looking south over the mountains I can see the Monterey Bay, to the north, San Francisco, Oakland, the south part of the SF Bay, most of the Bay Area, and the in land peninsula that would run parallel with I-280.
Out west was the mountains that go on forever and the hillside was all I could see eastward. The sky had heavy clouds that are spaced out like big wads of cotton candy with gaps of brilliant blue in between, leaving
shadow patterns all along the terrain. The air was fresh and crisp with a light wind and the scents of wild grasses and flowers. There were California Poppies blooming, green grass, some thistle with the bright purple flowers, and a sage like brush with tiny yellow flowers, all over it, surrounding me.
I laid out my fourteen cones, following the slight "S" curves of the road. I had the opportunity to look around, soak in the surroundings, and think of your son, you, and the rest of your family. It was a very pure moment of clarity and all my senses were very astute to what was
being transmitted to each and every one of them. I was taking in long deep breathes, which was relaxing me, but my heart was pounding. At 12 Noon exactly, I pushed off hard and rolled passed each cone looking right at each one as I passed. It was if they were talking to me. Even though it lasted about 10 seconds, it felt like I took a trip through
time. When I foot braked I realized, my eyes were full of tears. My emotions were mixed; sadness, happiness, pride, hope. I grabbed my board and turned around and looked up to all the cones I had just passed through, it was if they were glowing. I walked back up picking up each cone, as I passed, very gently, like a small child. I put all my gear in my car to roll down back to my house. I took one last look around, took a deep breath, and looked to the sky.
I, for those few moments skating on the mountain, felt absolute.
Jack Jr. lives forever in all our hearts and you have been a wonderful role model for your extended family. I wish the best for your family and I'll be there if you need anything. I hope that one of these days I can bring you to the spot where this special moment took place.
Farid