Jack W. C. Heath
Jack passed away peacefully in Kirkland, Wa on August 18, 2015 at the age of 84. He is survived by his children Jennifer Krigbaum (Jim) and Brian (Lisa) and their families, all of Woodinville, WA.
Outside of his accomplishments and places he called home, Jack was a father, friend and confidante. He was logical and intelligent, always ready to listen and help break down a problem so that it could be solved. He enjoyed theater and a night on the town, and was even a good magician. He enjoyed celebration and regularly treated his family to dinner on his own birthday at some of Seattle’s most amazing dining destinations.
Jack, while not a technology buff, owned several computers in his life, moving from an original Apple Macintosh to his most recent PC running Windows 7.
He enjoyed cooking, and was known in the family as a rather good cook. In the 1970s he was a serious seafood buff and would take the time to drive to a friend’s home on the Olympic Peninsula to gather oysters. Later that day, on arriving home, the oysters would be cooked in their shells on the barbecue. In the 1990s he took on and re-perfected, a vintage Italian Pasticcio recipe which had been handed down through the years.
He loved a good adventure. He instigated, in the family, the original “bummin’ weekend” in 
which one points the car towards a particular destination city, then heads that way with no reservations or expectations.
One of his longtime destinations of choice was his condo in Maui, where he spent many wonderful days with his family in the calm of the tropics.
He enjoyed a good view of the water, the sea, the ocean. During his last days at his home, he had a chair near a window where he could sit quietly and watch the water, the people, and the birds.
He will be most remembered for his passion of giving, of sharing experiences, and his intelligence.
In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to Seattle Children’s Hospital or Hopelink.
A Celebration of Life will be held on October 10, 2015 at the Woodmark Hotel in Kirkland from3 to 7pm.
Please R.S.V.P. to 425-885-9745. Many thanks.
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Thank you, Dad. I am filled with gratitude for having been so lucky to have had you as my father.
Have a safe journey, my friend. I miss you.
you will be missed —you were a great boss and mentor at WPS and continued to be a great friend
Thank you for showing me that life is short, but filled with opportunities. I have such great memories of you. We all had fantastic times, and you were always a part of them. Thank you.
Sleep well.
Jack,
You were a wonderful neighbor. I have so many great memories of our time together at Juanita Shores, the neighbors, the Moose milk parties, sharing stories of each of our escapades. I will miss you my friend.
Star
Happy Birthday, Dad.
When your birthday comes around I think of all the great places we dined together. Whether large scale or small, sharing that time with you was priceless.
Thanks for all the fun, dad! Happy birthday!
Brian
Ev’ry time i see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go.
But all i got is a photograph
And i realize you’re not coming back anymore.
I thought i’d make it the day you went away,
But i can’t make it
Till you come home again to stay…..
I can’t get used to living here,
While my heart is broke, my tears i cried for you.
I want you here to have and hold,
As the years go by and we grow old and grey.
Now you’re expecting me to live without you,
But that’s not something that i’m looking forward to.
I can’t get used to living here,
While my heart is broke, my tears i cried for you.
I want you here to have and hold,
As the years go by and we grow old and grey.
Ev’ry time i see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go.
But all i got is a photograph
And i realize you’re not coming back anymore.
Hi Dad. Brian & Lisa here. Wanted to let you know we got a date for your ash spreading on Puget Sound, just like you asked for. I know, I know, the boat’s too big, the date’s late, why are we going that far? Never mind, we want the best for you and want the most honorable event we can devise for you.
Cheers, my friend!
Dad,
It’s been a few months now since we spread your ashes. The day was perfect, thanks for the wonderful weather. Your close family and one particularly close friend were there.
I can’t imagine a better freeing of your spirit than that day. It was truly magical.
We all miss you, and are thinking of taking that same boat out next year to share another glass of fine wine with you.
I miss you, and I love you.
Brian
Dad,
Your birthday has come again, and we think of you and your day. We all miss you and remember better days when we were all together. Thank you for all the lessons and strength you provided. We honor you on your day.
Happy Birthday.
Brian
Hard to believe it has been two years. But I hear you and talk to you every day, so the mere measurement of days and hours means little.
Thank you for the reminder that time flies, and that the time to act is now.
Hey Dad,
Wanted to let you know we found a new restaurant to go to for your birthday this year. In your spirit of exploring, we chose this location mostly because we had never been there, and it likely would have been a fine pick for one of your birthday celebrations. We had a nice time, but sure missed you and the fun we used to have.
Thinking of you today and every day,
Brian
Was thinking of you yesterday, and really really wanted to talk to you and mom. Just an ache I can’t describe. Missing you both.
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We were just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
And how we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here
March will always be your birthday month. Missing you today.
Lips that once were mine
Tender eyes that shine
They will light my way tonight
I’ll see you in my dreams
Remembering everything you were, are, and wanted to be.
Happy Birthday, dad.
Yesterday we listened to so many songs that reminded us of you, and uncorked a bottle of one of your favorite wines. A toast to you. We miss you, dad.
Thinking of you today and every day.
Love,
Brian
Good wine, good food and good conversation. Even in the simplest of gatherings we always had that with you. Wishing you a very happy birthday today and missing you greatly.
Love,
Brian
Five years. From this side of that number of days and hours, it seems almost like a dream that we were together enjoying an evening. I see photos of your place and remember the good times. I miss you.
Brian
Happy Birthday, Dad. Your day today would have been a special one. The weather was perfect and we had a celebratory cocktail in your honor. I think an extra special bottle of wine this weekend (and a formal in-home dinner) is completely in order. If you were here, that’s exactly what we would do.
Missing you and wishing you were here to help keep us all grounded.
Brian
Happy Birthday, Dad. Thinking of you today. The world continues to tailspin and I’d bet you wouldn’t like it right now. Heck, even I don’t like it right now. But I hope that if you were here we could share dinner and a glass of wine and tune it all out together.
Miss you.
Brian
Happy Birthday, Dad.
Was going back through some emails from you and seeing that we went to El Gaucho in Bellevue in 2011. I remember that evening and how much fun we had.
Missing you today as always and remembering the good times.
Brian
Oh my! Another birthday!
Hi Dad, Happy Birthday to you. We’re thinking of you today and every day.
I’m remembering the walk you’d take from your condo in Kirkland. Out the parking lot, hang a right and another right, then up through the treed walkway along the water. The small park was the destination, only to have you loop around and head back home. I should have taken that walk with you once in a while because it would have been nice. I know we did, though, take walks on Maui. As early morning as we could muster! I distinctly remember what a workout it was on my legs, what with the uneven sand as our pavement. I remember the heat of the sun that early in the morning and you reminding me that I could get burned any time of day on Maui. We’d head out then back to the condo, prep some papaya, make some coffee and enjoy breakfast on the lanai. Wonderful. I wish we could do it again.
Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert’s Serenade,
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid,
How lovely it was.
– Bob Hope
Brian