Jack’s Joy is a movement to make you smile! 

Jack’s Joy is a movement to make you smile!  I am blessed to have three Jack’s in my life. My grandfather, Jack Kahl Sr., my father Jack Kahl Jr. and my oldest son Jack Ohliger. While each man is unique and of his own character, they all share a happy nature and a gift for spreading joy to others. They are men of generosity and contagious laughter with a knack to leave their mark wherever they go. Above all else, they have an appreciation and an eye for beauty.

Beauty is as beauty does. The action of the movement is to simply drop a single flower or a tiny bundle in the handle of a stranger’s car door. Lift their spirits with an anonymous act of kindness born from one small bloom.  It is often the tiniest of tokens that become the greatest surprise!

Ironically, Jack’s Joy is inspired during a time of great grief.  I have recently lost my father to cancer and as anyone knows who has lost a loved one, the year of “firsts” is upon me. First holiday, first summer, first time I can no longer pick up the phone to celebrate good news with him. To seek counsel, to hear his voice, to listen to his unfiltered and often inappropriate stories that leave me belly laughing.  On days his absence seems too much, I know, as he taught me, I can begin to pick myself back up by serving others. By giving back.  By showering a little love on someone else’s day.  To simply gather a few flowers and hit the road is my way.

November 1, 2018 was my last date with my Dad. He was terribly sick but pushed through it all to spend an hour with me.  Windows open in the Jeep, we breathed in fresh Fall air and sailed down Lake Road admiring the trees. Even in so much pain, he was still able to see and express such adulation for nature and her colors. We landed in Lakewood, stepped out of the car and flowered two parking lots. He was a bit confused about exactly what was happening, but he played along, smiling all the while. Back in the car, we waited and watched our first recipient discover their petals. We laughed watching them look around wondering what on Earth is this?  And then together we smiled as we witnessed them smile and we headed home.

Dad, countless days you spoiled me with flowers, notes and wide-open arms. I can only hope another will in some way feel your presence when they find their present at the door. 

So this one’s for you, my beautiful man. I hope it makes you smile!