- Date Of Birth: January 3, 1926
- Date Of Death: June 27, 2019
- State: California
Jack was an devoted and loving husband, father, grandfather, and great grandfather. Jack was dedicated to the Baha’I Faith and was a true friend to many. He passed away peacefully on June 27, 2019 at the age of 92. He was born Jaques Lindbergh Smith, on March 10, 1927 in Baltimore Maryland, en route to Venice California where he grew up enjoying the beach life. At just 15 years old, he left home to join the U.S. Navy. Jack was introduced to Grayce Carter, the love of his life, in 1947 at their friend’s wedding. Jack and Grayce were married that same year and raised three beautiful daughters, Anita, Debra and Monica. During Jack’s distinguished career in the Navy, he was recognized for several achievements during World War II, the Korean War and Vietnam.
After retiring, Jack dedicated himself to serving his community.
Jack was also a true football fan; always counting down the days to the first game of the season. His loyalty never wavered from the San Diego Chargers, even when they relocated to Los Angeles. He would say, “I don’t care if they play on the moon!“, with his usual boisterous laugh.
Jack not only loved his own life but loved life in general. He was always in the best of spirits; laughing with gusto, loving all of us, and giving thanks for every moment. Despite the effects of aging, he was genuinely appreciative of little things like a warm bowl of chili, a nice breeze, or his favorite chargers T-shirt. He loved making his garden beautiful and spent many peaceful hours nurturing it. He passionately loved all his many dogs and kitties, and they loved him! His greatest love was his wife Grayce, who he dotingly called “my Beautiful Bride.” To the end her well being was always his first thought. Jack and Grayce truly adored each other and were happily married for nearly 72 years.
Donning a uniform, a tuxedo, or a white T-shirt with pajama pants, no one looked more polished or stood as straight as Jack Smith. He shaved religiously every morning and the inviting smell of his shaving cream made him irresistible to hug! And at 92 he still gave a quite strong, firm handshake!
His deep, echoing voice filled every room with joy and positive energy. His laughter was infectious; resonant and full of love and sincerity. His patience, wisdom and generosity will never be forgotten. When you hear the word “gentleman”, he will always come to mind. We will all miss his larger-than-life presence. His gentle soul touched every one of us.
