Jeffrey M. Seeberger (Narrator) B: 01/12/1999
Laura C. Seeberger (Mother) B: D: 08/25/2016
Michael C. Seeberger (Father) B: D: 08/25/2016
Lawrence ‘Larry’ Jackson (Jeff’s BFF) B: 05/04/1999
Dianne ‘Princess Di’ Jackson (Larry’s sis) B: 03/01/2002
Susan J. Jackson (Larry’s Mom) B: D: 08/25/2016
Gerald ‘Gerry’ Jackson (Larry’s Dad) B: D: 08/25/2016
Others to be mentioned...
Earth Date 01/07/2017
My name is Jeff Seeberger!
Susan and Gerry Jackson, along with my parents, Laura and Michael went to the Rio Olympics from August 5th to August 21st, 2016 calling us kids every other day. They talked for hours about the Opening Ceremonies, even though Larry, Diane and I had watched it live ourselves on the Jackson’s big screen TV. I think its 72 inches on the diagonal.
We all stood up when the United States Team entered the stadium. None of us wanted to go, but that moment was quite patriotic to the three of us.
Larry was in between his sister and me, both physically and paternally. More about that coming up!
Two days later, they called and talked about the Beach Volleyball. Only Dianne was interested, having played volleyball in high school. I was interested, especially in the women’s game, even saying that out loud.
Di asked her brother to hit me for saying that, which he did with glee. He had been noticing how I had been looking at her as of late, but he didn’t say anything to me about it. Sometimes, I saw her looking back at me with an upturned smile.
Whenever Larry got up to go to the kitchen, he made me go with him. This was a new thing. Diane was known as ‘Princess Di, ‘ growing up, because of her pretty blonde hair and blue eyes.
Over the immediate last year, she was getting a very girlish figure, which drew my attention. I had been something of a professional student, intending to go back to Kansas State University for my second Masters, this time in Family Studies. My other two are in Software Engineering and Public Administration. Did I mention I’m a genius with an eidetic memory?
Our moms and dads kept up with their every other day call-in, until the twenty-sixth, when they would be landing at Miami International Airport.
When their call was late, I called my folks, as did Larry -- both calls went to voicemail.
“What’s going on?” Dianne asked us both.
A buddy named Stephen called me to tell me to turn on the news. On every channel was the story about a plane from Rio de Janeiro that crashed on landing.
I suggested we catch a plane to a nearby airport, as Larry was looking it up on his phone and told us to pack. He got us on a flight to Fort Lauderdale International Airport while I got us some rooms at the nearby Hampton Inn.
All the way on the plane, Dianne was very nervous at what may be happening. She put her hand in mine and leaned against my shoulder.
We got there, with only a quickly packed carry-on and got on a shuttle to Miami Airport, only a forty-minute drive. Now, I was getting nervous as we got near where something happened.
It was now Sunday, early morning, as the airport herded us into a room with other relatives of people on the plane. There was an announcement from an airport official, saying, “All the passengers, along with the entire crew, are dead. We are sorry for your loss.”
Many in the room burst into tears, as did Dianne. I gripped her by the hand as she asked, “What do we do next?”
Knowing my parents had complete plans in place for when this happened, I said to her, “We take them home, bury them and do all we can to move forward.”
Less than 48 hours later, we did just that with our parents in the belly of the plane we were on.
Having made plans while still in Miami, two days later; we had side-by-side funeral services for the four of them. The results of the crash had been attributed to ‘Pilot error.’
Two days after that, we walked into an attorney’s office, our parents had the same lawyer and were told they had wills in place. Apparently, this surprised Larry and Di.
“Who wants to go first?” Mr. Hatcher asked.
Dianne’s reaction to that was to start crying again, so I raised my hand, and said, “These are my best friends. Can we do it all together? I don’t mind if they don’t?”
He looked at them, and Larry nodded his head in agreement.
“Do you want to hear the entire will, or are you only interested in the details?” Mr. Hatcher asked.
“I would like a copy of it to read at a later time if you don’t mind. I knew we were rich, but Dad never gave me any details. He was funny that way,” I said with a light chuckle.
“Two things contributed to his wealth, Mr. Seeberger. Your great grandfather Charles Festus Seeberger, back in 1916, was part of the team of men who developed the first radio tuners. He was one of the men, who instead of taking a flat fee, worked out to get a percentage from each tuner built. He is still earning money every day.”
“Wow!” Dianne said breaking from her tears. “How much money is there?”
The lawyer hesitated until I nodded to him that it was all right to answer her question.
“He worked out a whopping ten percent deal, and still gets a piece of over one million radios being sold everyday, worldwide.”
He picked up a calculator and did some calculations, before saying, “That comes to $1,250,000,000 ... however, that is only part of his estate that your father was in charge of. He took a small portion and invested it, in the American Stock Exchange, which was purchased by Nasdaq in 1998. That adds another $976,000,000 to your coffers for a total valuation of $2,226,000,000.”
By the time he was finished with all that, with Di holding my hand, I was somewhere between tears and laughing. I had no idea there was a pot of gold like that waiting for me.
“Lawrence and Dianne – I have good news for you as well.”
“Oh, my!” Di said sitting on my lap, surprising the hell out of me.
“Around mid-1967, your fathers’ became best friends, the kind of friends that helped one another out. When Jeffrey’s father was 22, he gave his best friend Gerry Jackson, some $25,000 in seed money to buy into his deal.”
“Did you know they went back that far together?” Larry asked me.
“Not a clue?” I said back to him.
“So,” Princess Di asked, “How much is that worth today?”
“$43,000,000,” Mr. Hatcher said.
She was still on my lap, and gave me a great big kiss, that only ended when her brother pulled her off me. That was my first kiss with a woman other than a close relative ... and I liked it!
We were given the bank account numbers, with all the other paperwork having been signed before we had gotten the news.
We got in my Beetle, Di in the front seat and I drove them home. Larry read through his documents finding out they got to keep the house and any contents. I asked him to look my stuff over, and my folks had done the same thing. Birds of a feather – who knew?
I dropped them off at their place, and then parked in my driveway, just next door.
I didn’t see them for almost a month, assuming they were in shock and wished to be left alone. I spent the same time trying to decide if I should just go back to school or not. The idea of living in the house all by myself was going round and round in my head. Maybe I should sell it and move closer to KSU?
A knock on the front door woke me up from my reverie on our living room sofa. I got up, and opened the door to Dianne, without her brother. She immediately said, “Good, you’re home. Can I come in, please?”
“What would your big brother say to that?” I said opening up and watching her sashay into my house.
“I don’t care! I need to get out ... to get out of this city. But, I don’t want to be alone. Will you come with me?”
“I know that your brother wouldn’t approve of that, and so do you?” I told her as she plopped on the sofa, patting the place next to her to get me to sit down.
I sat on the end of the sofa, two places away.
“Are you scared of me, Jeffrey?” she said.
“I’m scared of your brother and myself, in that order. Where would you like to travel to?”
“Anywhere, except here,” she said quite adamantly. She scooted over to me and asked, “How do you feel about me?”
“In what way?” I said.
“When I was on your lap in the lawyers office, I felt something between us.”
“The kiss, silly,” she said taking my hand. “I’ve noticed that you have been looking at me differently these last few months. Tell me why, please?”
“I don’t think I better do that?” I said. “It’s personal!”
“How about I tell you how I feel, would you like that, Jeffy?” she said getting up on my lap like before. “I think you like me, a lot, but are scared about what my big brother would do.”
“I also think that I really like you.”
“We’ve known each other for a very long time, Di. When you were ten years old, I thought you were very cute, but even back then your big brother asked me to look somewhere else for a girlfriend, his little sister was off limits.”
“I didn’t know that. So, all this time you’ve been lusting for me from afar?”
“Not exactly. I focused on my schooling, getting through high school at fifteen, and going off to KSU. Mom and Dad paid for it, not knowing what I know now.”
“I can’t leave, at least not yet. I have things to do, bills to pay, and I don’t want to break my deal with Larry. Do you understand all of that?”
“I understand it, but I don’t like it,” she said, pulling my face to hers for a kiss. Why I didn’t fight back, I’m not sure? Yeah, I know why ... she’s beautiful, and we both deserve to be happy.
That’s how it’s been for almost year. She would come over, and we would make out a little, but the talk about leaving had been quashed.