Jack. The high school boy at our door. Long hair, piercings and a wool cardigan sweater. A smile on his face and a sparkle in his eye. “Is Matt home?” Jack. The boy at the door with dread locks. The smile. The sparkle. “Is Matt home?” Jack. “What? A Daddy?” Jack. So fiercely proud and loving his son. Marley's photo always on our refrigerator; tiny baby to beautiful toddler. Jack. The man at the door. No more dreads. Putting our computer through its paces. Jack and Matt. Perfectly packed U-Haul. Nary the breadth of a piece of paper between its contents. Jack. Traveled to St. Louis to help. We worked. Then we played. What fun! Jack. So smart! Asking about college. Jack. Sitting by us, just weeks ago at Drury University. Jack. Wondering. “Can I go to school and still support my son?” Jack. The smile. Always ready with a quip. Something deep behind that sparkle in his eye. Jack. A true friend to our son. Jack. At Peace. Jack. No more at our door. Jack. You are so missed.