Missy Sykes
Where do I start about my friend Jack. He was a very special man who I loved dearly as well as everyone else at Amerisist. When I would go into his room he would say "Now who is this?" I would simply take his hand and he would say "oh yes, This is Hot Hands" and then laugh that scratchy laugh of his. He use to tell me no matter what the wheather was outside I always had hot hands. I know he is watching over all of us now and for once my hands were cold the day we laid him to rest. I remember his neice Becky coming to me at the cemetery and saying " Are your hands hot or cold today?" In Jacks eyes they were probably still hot. I will greatly miss you jack and I Love You Dearly. My deepest sympathy goes to his family.
Love, Missy (Amerisist)

