I am so grateful but not surprised at all of the moving tributes and funny comments about Jack that have been posted since his passing. Thank you so very much. You have each touched my heart. This poem, 'Appraisal' by Sara Teasdale is my response to each of you. Thank you, Linda Couchman Never think she loves him wholly, Never believe her love is blind, All his faults are locked securely In a closet of her mind; All his indecisions folded Like old flags that time has faded, Limp and streaked with rain, And his cautiousness like garments Frayed and thin, with many a stain-- Let them be, oh let them be, There is treasure to outweigh them, His proud will that sharply stirred, Climbs as surely as the tide, Senses strained to taut to sleep, Gentleness to beast and bird, Humor flickering hushed and wide As the moon on moving water, And a tenderness too deep To be gathered in a word.