Jack Shea, 54, died on the 5th of October, 2004 at his home in Edinburgh after a serious fall. He had lived in this home with his family for thirty years.
Jack was a seeker and a man of vision, a son, husband, dad, grandpa, brother, uncle, friend, filmmaker, photographer, singer, diver, debater, school high-jump champion for three minutes, guitar-player, poet, teacher, Go-player, songwriter, I Ching thrower, actor, campfire builder, computer wizard, joker, scriptwriter, 3-D animator, buddhist, web designer, God and Run Club founder, creator of games, treasure hunts and fantastic domestic contraptions, traveller, fisherman, explorer, cyclist, skiier, hiker, creationist, troll, baseball player, psychedelic papa, storyteller, racer, star watcher, kobalt, troubleshooter, troublemaker, visionary, do-it-yourself fanatic, warrior, yoga teacher, epitome altarboy, speed typist, revolutionary, dreamer, handyman, dude, skateboarder, inventor, classicist, prankster, Red Sox fan, Irish(-)spaghetti-maker, iconoclast, cosmic fool and lover of life.

Jack was born in Newport, Rhode Island; spent the first two years of his life in Florida; and grew up in Fitchburg, Massachusetts. He debated his way through High School, and won the Jack Lemmon Acting Scholarship to Harvard University, graduating from there in 1973.

Jack came to Scotland that same year. His first baby took him and his wife to a remote shepherd's cottage in Dumfriesshire. His second baby took him and his family to a remote Hebridean island. His third baby took him to a baseball game. His films took him to the Outer Hebrides, Orkney, India, Canada, Kashmir, USA and Leith. His racing bike took him everywhere.
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This past Christmas, friends from all around the world whose lives Jack had touched hung a star for him on their Christmas tree. Now one of his friends in Edinburgh has set up this website in honour of him, and we would like to invite all of you to contribute to it. You could add a word that says what Jack was to you, or send a picture, or some music...
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