| John (Jack) Patrick Post The best father, and friend, anyone could ask for. |
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| The end of another great day on the St. Lawrence River! "Love Ya Dad" |
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| Here we are at the Brockville Yacht Club, Ontario Canada. All dressed up for my wedding! (10/06/01)That is my dad standing in the cockpit showing off his new joy. You bet I went sailing before the ceremony! And two days later did a club race! |
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| On September 15th of 2002 my father passed away. John (Jack) Patrick Post was, and always will be, the greatest man I have had the privilge to know and even greater to have him as my father. He was my advisor, friend, my confident, my teacher, who had the wisdom to become the student later in our relationship. (Only when it came to sailing!) Over the past few years I had taken to asking him questions about what he had done when presented with various situations. Now I want to ask him how he delt with the loss of his father... I love him more than words can express. I miss him as much. When it came to this boat It seemed that I had become the teacher, often to my dismay. I would often think,' Hell I thought that he taught me this 20 years ago!' As it turned out, he had found a way for us to spend some very good times together. Something that I hope more fathers and sons do. I am very greatful for all that he has done for me. And "Yes, I did tell him! Often." On March 16th, 2001 he pushed a bill of sale across the table to me, in the previous owners trawler, to have me sign it. My first thought was,"Here we go again. Another joke" As it turned out it was not. He bought the boat for me, and him. Also protecting the boat from 'anyone' else getting it. What he also did was allow the two of us to spend the next 30 days in very close quarters. (As well as may days and nights after that trip.) Now that was the real gift. He at 67, me at 38, having the opportunity to learn who each of us had become, and find that we were more alike than either of us wanted to admit. A gift that I would like to present to other fathers and sons. DO IT! Good or bad past's don't mean a thing. We started to bring the boat home via the ICW. We got as for as Charleston, NC and figured, that because it was spring, and I could not be away from my business that long, we put it on a truck and had it home in three days. We figured that it cost us about the same money and saved us about 6 weeks of sailing at home. I know some would say that the trip would have been more fun and I would agree, but at the time... Next summer I will be placing some of my father in one of his favorite places. The waters of the St. Lawrence River and Lake Ontario. A place were I will visit him regularly and return the favor. I LOVE YOU DAD, Your SON |
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| These two photos were taken on September 29th 2001, we are delivering our boat to Brockville,ON Canada for my wedding. I am so happy that Dad was there for one of the greatest days in my life. Man did everyone have a good time! My father loved life more than most people I have met, and because of that he has more friends than most people I know. A lesson to all of us. |
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| His first love was flying, and sailing. He was always torn as to which one to do. He could not afford both , so when he bought this boat he named it after the plane! He Cessna "Centurion" 210. He loved telling air traffic controllers the aircraft type, because that type got a little more respect due to its size and speed. What a great cross-country plane! So "Centurion" was the name he settled on. After he passed, I changed her to name her "Flyer". Because that is what he was, a great pilot. Now she is documented under the name FLYER. Of course I had the appropriate de-naming and naming ceramonies at launch this spring 2003. US Sailing #52148 |
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| Me and my father 1967. His football team had a winning season |
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| Here is a photo of my father's first sailboat. A 1966 Columbia Defender 29. A Sparkman & Stevens design. She was a great boat. Way over built, but may of her age were. Solid glass 1/2" to 1" thick. The second owners, after my father, took her to the Caribbean, and lost here on a reef. To bad, I have many great memories of that boat. She could have easily have been still sailing today. And the other joy in my father's life. Flying. He started when he 14 years old, hanging out at the local airport. Had to wait until 1971 to solo, but he did not wait to rack up the hours after that. He had more hours than another local pilot. Flew to places as far away as Oregon, Nova Scotia, Wisconson, Florida, Maine, Texas. If he could do it he did it! I have yet to meet his equal when it came to setting a plane back to earth. I had the touch. But he did not want to stay on the ground. |
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