I met Mr. Healy 20-25 years ago. I was part of the group of late teens that roamed the neighborhood. I come over to pick John up for some neighborhood roaming. And Mr. Healy is out hosing the driveway, I walk up and get the 20 questions, who am I, what do you want, etc.. I state I'm here to get John, and he says, hum, are you as strong as Skip? Puzzled I said sure I guess. Little did I know, that was my demise. From that day on, any time a showed up at the Healy house something needed to get moved, rearranged or what not. The man sized me up and I never even knew it. From moving things, helping paint a fence, pool maintenance etc. John and a would stand there and laugh and wonder how he did it to us again. Every now and then we would be rewarded with a prized soldier. But most of the time it was a conversation on how things were when he was a kid and filled with the "Jackisims".
Hr. Healy was one of a kind, did things his own way and for his family. I spent many many nights at the Healy household, both on Shirley Ave, and on Brandywine, and have nothing but the fondest of memories. It was always great to see the random comment on a Facebook post, giving me an at a boy or good work, or even get your head outta your ass.
Mrs. Healy, Theresa, Michelle, Colleen, Jackie and John, my heart and thoughts go out to you, Jack was an amazing person and will be greatly missed. Just know him and my Dad are up there sharing a cooler of soldiers, enjoying the next chapter of life.
Pat & Renee Hamann