Our 43rd Wedding Anniversary

July 26th, 2012…

Good Morning All…43 years ago I married David at 2 PM in Swarthmore PA in the Swarthmore United Methodist Church.  The years that followed were full of joy and adventure…some hard times of course but what grew was the most remarkable relationship.  We were truly independent, dependent and interdependent.  We guided each other, helped each other through the hard times and loved, respected and liked one another beyond words.  We were each others best friends and even enjoyed going to the dump together.  He would call me several times a day just to hear my voice and tell me he loved me.

It occurred to me on Monday that David truly took care of my heart.  He rejoiced with me, cried with me, helped me when I hurt and loved me no matter what…and you know wht he would say…he would say that I took care of his heart too.

A few thoughts:  Honor and trust the processes of grief and healing knowing that a new day will come.

Grieving is a validation of the life lived and the love lost and going on is a validation of the live lived and the love shared.

I believe in the top of the mountain even when I can’t see it.

We are healed of suffering only by experiencing it to the fullest.  I will be present to my grief; it is my only way to new life.

The dichotomy of grieving is that if we hadn’t had the person in our life to begin with we wouldn’t be grieving their loss.  I wouldn’t give up one second of my time with David to ease this pain one iota.

I thank God for the gift of David Jackson, for knowing him, loving him, being married to him and sharing our life together.  I will be forever grateful.

God bless you all and thank you for sharing this journey with me.

Gifts in Memory

Good Evening Everyone…

Here is the donation information:

St Stephen’s United Methodist Church, 9203 Braddock Road, Burke, VA 22015.

Also, David had a very special love for elephants having worked with them when the Ringling Bros Barnum and Bailey Circus would come through town so donations can be made in honor of his elephant, Zurura.  http://www.sheldrickwildlifetrust.org/asp/fostering.asp

Also, Caring Bridge.

Also, Capital Caring, 4715 15th Street N, Arlington VA 22205.  David was there for over a week and they are indeed earthly angels.

All of these organizations are earthly angels and David would be so pleased with any of them.

God Bless and know that David is watching over each and every one of us and enveloping us in his love.  His heart was big enough for all of us.

Donations to the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust In Honor of David

Donations to the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust In Honor of David

Many of you have asked how best to honor David’s memory. We suggest considering donations to his church or this wonderful organization. David dreamed of going to Africa to meet his foster elephant Zurura.

Zurura was found in 2005 when he was eight weeks old. Separated by his herd after fallen into an open face ruby mine, the baby elephant was rescued by miners and was rehabilitated by the DSWT.

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David Jackson, 1946-2012

David Elliott Jackson Jr. was born on June 1, 1946, to David Elliott Jackson Sr. and Rosine Jackson in Baltimore, Maryland. He attended James Monroe High School, played Defensive Tackle for his school’s team, and graduated in 1964. David continued on to Virginia Tech to earn a BS in 1967, where his lifelong passion for Hokie Football was born. After earning his Bachelors, he accepted an offer from the University of Pennsylvania to attend veterinary school and earned a VMD by 1971.

While on a family trip to the Jersey Shore in 1968, a chance meeting with a beautiful redhead changed his life forever. Less than a year later, David and Elisabeth Judith Daltry were wed on July 26, 1969. In 1973 the young couple adopted their son, Christopher Evan Jackson. Five years later the family of three grew to four when son Michael Douglas Jackson was adopted. Some of David’s happiest memories of his children’s youth were during the time he was their Cub Scout leader and soccer coach.

David’s life was spent as a devoted servant to God and Church, serving in a variety of committees and ministries, including the Building Committee. He was best known as an esteemed veterinarian, who took pride in mentoring young people in their professional pursuits. David additionally took great pride in the leadership he provided to the American Animal Hospital Association as well as his terms as President of the DC Academy of Veterinary Medicine.

Knowing David Jackson is to live as witness to the joy, enthusiasm and generosity through which he lived and loved. He was a man defined by his unrelenting work ethic, his eternal dedication to family, friends and the Animal Kingdom, and  by his wonderful contagious spirit. David loved a great scotch, listening to Blues and Classic Rock, watching the ebb and flow of the ocean and most importantly, he loved spending time with his family.

Although our Husband, Father, Brother, Grampy and Friend left his earthly home at the age of 65, he lived every moment of his life with intention. David was a larger than life figure who openly shared his many gifts with all whom he met. His memory will shine in our hearts for eternity.

David is survived by his wife Judy Jackson; sons Chris Jackson and Mike Jackson; siblings Daniel Evan Jackson and Judy Ellen Jackson; Chris’s wife, Kristin Dorothy Bredimus; their son, Brevan Reed Jackson, and his beloved extended family.

April 14, 2012 at 3:04 PM

David passed away peacefully on Saturday at 3:04 with his beloved Red at his side.

We began this blog before he passed, after the doctors told us it was time to say goodbye.

Judy, Chris and Mike were called to David’s bedside on four occasions over the days leading up to his quiet departure. The last day we spent with him as a family, we brought his bed outside to the beautiful gardens surrounding hospice. David slept nestled under a prayer blanket and with Mike’s childhood stuffed dog “Bo Bo”. As we gathered around David, our sweet boy Brevan reached for his grampy and crawled onto his chest. Brevan sat with Grampy for almost a half hour, holding his hand, giving him hugs and kisses. He kept repeating “Night, Night” and “Bye, Bye” as he laid with David.

During this tender exchange I watched David squeeze Brevan’s hand. I did not share what I witnessed with Judy, Chris or Mike because I did not want this heart-wrenching moment to hurt more. But now, as we are enveloped in mourning, I share this private moment as a testimony of love. Even as death approached, my sweet father-in-law’s will fought to hold Brevan’s hand one last time.

Thank you, universe, for giving us such a beautiful day to say our last goodbyes. We are truly thankful.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

Dedicated to my father-in-law. Lovingly, KB

Do not go gentle into tha…

Father & Sons

Father & Sons

David & Chris in Jamaica

David & Mike

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The Kiss

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