![]() I lived on Jones & Abercorn for 14 years, and Jack Leigh’s studio & home was at the corner of Oglethorpe & Abercorn Street. With the recent passing of another friend and recent burial in Bonaventure, I was reminded of this writing and wanted to share it. You become a vessel for such spiritual feeling and its personal but more than that too. I think this is the role of story teller at times. I think it adds to the storytelling and is fitting of his memory to show people how he was admired and loved. I’m sure I’ll cry again there some night. I didn’t see it coming but it was like I could process his loss doing that there. In fact the first time I read this, a group of 30 people basically saw me cry, pause and then cry some more. I avoided telling his story grave side because it was too emotional. Its fitting he’s buried near the entrance of the place that his photograph immortalized for the rest of time. ![]() This writing is a little something I’ve read at Jack’s grave during my tours of Bonaventure. ![]()
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