My grandfather designed the house that my grandmother now solely inhabits. As an engineer of his time, the place is practically a bomb shelter with concrete walls and floors. For a place where the interior decorations have remained practically the same for at least the past 30 years, it feels entirely different to me now, about a year and a half after his death. So, dear reader, "This is the house that Jack built".

This is the house that Jack built

Fortress of brick and concrete

Built from Jack’s design

A modern home, a modern family

His place, His time

Fortress of strength and security

Built to house Jack’s own

A place to store and treasure

His family, His achievements

Fortress of time, unchanging

Built for Jack and his One (plus four more)

An empty shell when devoid of

His living, His loving