Jack Rumbaugh

In loving memory of my beloved husband, Jack Rumbaugh whose birthday is September 6, 1944.

This time last year our doorbell rung. We were in awe, because our grandson Jack was at the door. We were in awe again as he drove (stick shift) me to Olive Garden to celebrate your birthday. Not realizing this was the last birthday we would celebrate with you.

I wish you could be here to share this special day. To see your cheerful smile, your heart of gold. Never selfish, always kind, always lending a hand. These are the memories you left behind. I don’t want memories, I only want you. Happy Birthday my love.