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Jack Webb, a beloved husband, stepfather, “papa”, uncle, and friend, passed away on April 15, 2024, at the age of 95, in Roseville, California. Born to Walter and Annie Webb in Nova Scotia, Canada, on August 11, 1928, Jack was raised in Boston, Massachusetts.


He is predeceased by his parents, Walter and Annie Webb, and his siblings Walter James Webb Jr. (1906-1987), Roland George Webb (1908-1961), Henry Webb (1910-1923), Marie Patricia Baker (1918-2016), and Dorothy Phyllis Leaper (1926-2021).


A man of courage and service, Jack proudly served his country as a Korean War veteran. Following his military service, he dedicated himself to another form of valor as a firefighter, joining the San Francisco Fire Department in 1955, where he served for 33 years. 


Jack's adventurous spirit was evident in his love for the outdoors. He was a talented skier and sailor, finding solace and joy on the slopes and the open sea. An active individual, Jack embraced life with enthusiasm, staying active well into his nineties.


In 1984, Jack's life was forever changed when he met Irene, the love of his life. The two met at a dance and their connection was immediate and profound, leading to a cherished union of over 40 years. In 2006, amidst the serene beauty of Hawaii, Jack and Irene exchanged vows at Mona’s Fish House, a moment of joy and celebration. 


In his retirement years, Jack discovered a newfound sense of adventure, traveling with his beloved wife, Irene. The two explored new horizons, creating cherished memories that would last a lifetime. 


Jack will be deeply missed by his devoted wife, Irene Webb, his stepsons Joel, Sean, and Jason Heinz, his niece Lynnete Davis, and his grandchildren Kiera, Moira, Jason, Rylee, Leighton, and Evelyn. He will also be remembered by his numerous friends, colleagues, and neighbors, whose lives he touched with his humor, kindness, and generosity.  


Fondly remembered, and deeply missed, Jack’s spirit lives on in the hearts of all who knew and loved him.


May 2
As Jack was so fond of the sea, I think it is apt to think of his passing like the sailing of a ship over the horizon. I think this poem from Rev. Luther F. Beecher is rather fitting.
                          Gone From My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze, and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch her until she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to meet and mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says: “There! She’s gone!” Gone where? Gone from my sight—that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in me and not in her.

And just at that moment when someone at my side says: “There! She’s gone!” there are other eyes that are watching for her coming; and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “There she comes!”

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May 2
As Jack was so fond of the sea, I think it is apt to think of his passing like the sailing of a ship over the horizon. I think this poem from Rev. Luther F. Beecher is rather fitting.
                          Gone From My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze, and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch her until she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to meet and mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says: “There! She’s gone!” Gone where? Gone from my sight—that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in me and not in her.

And just at that moment when someone at my side says: “There! She’s gone!” there are other eyes that are watching for her coming; and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “There she comes!”
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