Jack's Birthday Page

In Loving Memory of
John Walter (Jack) Stewart
March 1, 1922 - April 10, 2002

Dad surprised for his birthday...

Dad, Gary, Karen, and Mike Rutter, one of dad's very best friends
who was also a pall bearer for dad's funeral.

Today Is My Birthday

Today is my birthday
Celebrate my life with you
And remember the good times
Not the bad and do not be sad;
Look up towards the sun
And catch every ray of light upon your cheek.
For I am there with you.

Today is my birthday
Be happy for me
I lived short, but full
I had the pleasure of love
And the joy of my family.
Do not be sad
Look up towards the stars
And catch each twinkle in your heart.
For I am there with you

Today is my birthday
My legacy is not wealth or mighty belongings,
My legacy is you and your life.
Spend it wisely and carefully
Guard it always
Do not be sad
Feel the wind on your face and in your hair
And know that I loved you
For I am there with you in your laughter
And in your hearts.

Today is my birthday
Learn to live again without me,
Take my strength with you
For you are not alone.
Do not be sad
Feel the rain on your face
Feel all life's treasures and
Know that you are alive!
At each step of the way I will help you
For I am with you always
Until we meet again.

Today is my birthday...
~ Author Unknown

These four special birthday gifts for Angel Jack are from my friend Marie.
You can visit her website for her son Rob here ~Rob Northrop's Site.

These are two beautiful and loving gifts for Angel Jack from my dear friend, Carol, mom to Angel Michael.

Dad's 65th Birthday, there was a big surprise held at the Legion about 150 people showed up.
It was a great party!

And of course we all chipped in to get him a big hairy gorilla with balloons!!

Dad's last Birthday 3 weeks before he became an angel.

A Simple Soldier

He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he had fought in
And the deeds that he had done.
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And tho', sometimes, to his neighbors,
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened,
For they knew whereof he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Jack has passed away.
The world's a little poorer,
For a Soldier died today.

No, he won't be mourned by many,
Just his children, and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
Quietly going on his way;
And the world won't note his passing;
Tho' a Soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers publish their life stories,
From the time that they were young.
But the passing of a soldier,
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution,
To the welfare of our land
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow,
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country
And offers up his life?

The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are sometimes disproportionate
To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary soldier
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension small.

It's so easy to forget them,
For it's oh so long ago,
That our Joe's and Johnny's,
went to battle, but ah we know.

It was not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom,
That our Country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?

Or would you want a Soldier,
Who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin, and Country,
Who will fight until the end?

He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us,
We may need his like again.

For when Countries are in conflict,
Then we find the Soldier's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor,
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.

Maybe just a simple headline
In the paper that might say ~

~ Author Unknown

Dad with the Stewart emblum sign my brother Garth made for him on his 65th Birthday.

On Memory

When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark on who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me, and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost.
~Frederick Buechner


Dad's 65th Birthday cake I made for him. Dads 75th Birthday cake too.

Dad in the stands in Florida waiting for his all time favorite team to come out and train "The Toronto Blue Jays". There were not very many Birthdays spent at home because he always went to go see the Jays play and train during March. He has many photos of himself with famous baseball players and lived for this sport coaching basically all his life was one of his many passions.

Dad became such a regular fan that when the Blue Jays came out onto the field during training season they would give a wave and always had time to sign an autograph, and stop for pictures.


Are there birthdays in Heaven?
Does the angel blow his horn?
Announcing to everybody
That this is the day you were born?

Can the stars be your balloons
And angel food your cake?
Presents wrapped in moonbeams
All the angels helped to make.

Birthdays meant so much to you
They were always a big deal
Birthday presents, lots of friends
And perhaps a special meal.

So I'll whisper a little prayer today
Asking everyone up above
To sing you a Happy Birthday song
And give you all my love.
~ Author Unknown

The poem and the graphics above, as well as the Jack Canadian letters below,
are gifts from my dear friend Pammi.

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This webpage is created
In Loving Memory of John Walter (Jack) Stewart
on February 19, 2003
Last updated: March 3, 2017
2000 - 2017

Dear Sheri
What a wonderful man your Dad was, you must be very proud of him.
Now he is watching over you all.

In Loving Memory of Lee Henry Aguilera