ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, FELITA JACKSON 17 years old , born on May 2, 1968 and passed away on December 23, 1985. We will remember her forever.
Posted by Ann Ambers on March 18, 2019
Sending this Candle so you can light the way for me. I miss you so much.
Posted by Ann Ambers on March 18, 2019
Your Brothers: Gregory, Tyrone and Lindsey are lost without you. Tyrone was the next to graduate along with your Cousin, Reginald from Castlemont High School. 
I stood on the table because you were taken six {6} months before your graduation. The strangest thing happened. After shaking the Principal;s hand, Tyrone took off his Cap, shouted:"This is for my Sister, Felita. I love you." Then he threw it in the air. Needless to say, I passed out, fell off the table. Nothing broken. God is just that way. We all love you.
Mom, Gregory, Tyrone and Lindsey.
Posted by Ann Ambers on March 18, 2019
Tiffany cried and cried for you. She was angry with me for so long, but GOD..she is now able to understand. I know you are continually watching over her.
Posted by Ann Ambers on March 18, 2019
I miss you so very much. However, I am grateful for having you in my life and know if you were here; I would not worry or be concerned for anything. I asked the Lord to let me know you were alright and He showed you to me. You were so beautiful and had the most beautiful smile on your face; hair flowing in the wind. The grass were so lush and green, flowers swaying. I would not wish you BACK HERE on EARTH.

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Posted by Ann Ambers on March 18, 2019
Sending this Candle so you can light the way for me. I miss you so much.
Posted by Ann Ambers on March 18, 2019
Your Brothers: Gregory, Tyrone and Lindsey are lost without you. Tyrone was the next to graduate along with your Cousin, Reginald from Castlemont High School. 
I stood on the table because you were taken six {6} months before your graduation. The strangest thing happened. After shaking the Principal;s hand, Tyrone took off his Cap, shouted:"This is for my Sister, Felita. I love you." Then he threw it in the air. Needless to say, I passed out, fell off the table. Nothing broken. God is just that way. We all love you.
Mom, Gregory, Tyrone and Lindsey.
Posted by Ann Ambers on March 18, 2019
Tiffany cried and cried for you. She was angry with me for so long, but GOD..she is now able to understand. I know you are continually watching over her.
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FELITA ANN JACKSON

FELITA was born on Thursday, May 2, 1968 at the Charity Hospital in New Orleans, Louisiana.  She had a mind of her own, even at birth.  She came six {6} weeks early.  I knew she would be born either that day or the next.  It had taken me nearly all day to cook a pot of White Beans, the day before.  I had jumped the back fence, went to the home of a neighbor, Mrs. Gracie James.  She cooks early and had no problem calling me to come eat Dinner {12 Noon}.  I had seconds.  When I returned home, I put my son, Gregory, down for a nap; sat in the rocking chair on the front porch and had a glass of lemonade.  

4:00 AM, May 2nd and the pain is excruciating.  I tried to go make a telephone call to my Mother, but the line was busy.  Because I was hurting so bad, I left Gregory holding on to the front screen door.    My friend told me to sit for awhile, but I had to get back to my son.  I tried to go across the little bridge, but fell backwards and had to be carried back into her house.  I kept telling them Gregory was alone.  They had to nearly carry me the half block to my house.  I lived in the house where I was raised {830 Bell Street}, where I grew up.  Our milk man saw us and came to help.  He brought the order I had placed.  A friend of mine was passing and took us to my mother's house {420 Government Street}.  She told me to lay down, it was not time to have the baby.  I kept trying to tell her it was time.

Another dear Friend, for which I had worked during my last few years in high school came to check on me.  I had also Christened her youngest daughter.  She covered me with a light blanket and told me she would be back as soon as she could.  My mother was still talking on the telephone.  Rosie {Rosemary} told her:  "If you don't pay attention to your daughter, your grandchild will be born in the bedroom."  She came running and started screaming.  I could not be allowed to deliver at home because of complications with Sickle Cell Anemia.  Rosie called her husband and told him, she was driving me to New Orleans.  It was a rough trip, seriously bad accident in Kenner; police officer told us to be careful he could not leave the scene of the accident.  We arrived at the hospital at 10:41 AM.  They rushed me upstairs to the 10th Floor.  By the time my mother, {Fannie} finished registering me, my beautiful red headed baby girl was born at 11:01 AM. Mama nearly fainted Rosie told me.  For some reason she did not believe me because my due date was June 19, 1968.  

FELITA, excuse the pun, looked like her Dad {Lester Moore Jackson, a Mullato}.  His hair was Sandy in color, but for some reason, her hair was Fire Engine Red.  I watched when they placed her in the bassinet, wanting to know where she was.  So much had happened to me in my life, I wanted to protect her from any harm or danger.  When I stole up to go see her, the Nurse refused to let me see her; holding her was out of the question.  She told me that was a White Baby.  I tried giving her the number from our Arm Brace, to no avail.  Therefore, as weak as I was, I tried to jump on her and passed out.  It took four {4} Nurses to get me back to bed.  I cried myself to sleep until the Doctor came to see me.  I explained what had happened and he made them bring my Daughter to me.  I held on to her for dear LIFE.  I conned the Doctor in letting me go home the next day.  She ate heartily and grew fast.

FELITA, my second child and only Daughter.....


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Shared by Ann Ambers on March 18, 2019

She was a happy child, always smiling.  Her brother, Gregory, watched over her.  They were like two {2} peas in a pod.  Most of the time, they had on the same color or similar.  She was excited about learning things.  As she grew, School was a must.  She did not want to miss going to school, even when she was ill.

At the age of two {2} Felita, drank Liquid Plummer, thinking it was juice.  It burned her throat, down to her stomach.  I am thankful for a Friend, Jose', who rushed us to Children's Hospital, Oakland, California.  I had wrapped her in a blanket and ran all the way to Kaiser Hospital in Richmond, but they never took her from my arms.  If only they had attempted to help my baby, her injuries may not have been so bad.  Howver, the Doctors in Oakland said I saved her life by flushing her mouth with Milk, instead of Water.  She had to supposedly remain in the hospital overnight.  No way.  My children had never been away from me.  It was hospital policy.  She ended up being in the hospital for 9 weeks.  Several surgeries, one where she nearly died.  I stayed on my knees, crying out to the Lord, praying night and day.

I had to make sure  Gregory was alright.  It was so hard to trust anyone or leave him because I did not know if anything would happen to him.  When you lose TRUST, it is a difficult thing.  I worked until 1:00 PM, Pacific Telephone Company, San Francisco, CA; took the bus to the hospital; stayed as long as I could and to get home to Gregory.  I would give him his bath, read books to him, play around on the floor and so forth.  It was hard enough for him without his sister.  One day, I observed him looking under the bed, in the closets, in the bathroom before he sat down and started crying.  He was MISSING his sister.  I held him close to me and tried to explain as best I could.

Felita is home and the kids are cared for by my Stepmother.  I had to work extra hours to pay her, to pay her to take my daughter to her appointments or to shop for her.  Because of the many tubes, she had to have extra large dresses.  We had to puree her food and she was fed through a tube in her stomach.  You may notice the picture with her brother with the string in her nose.  That was a life line.  She could not hit it or anything.  Because she was unable to eat regular food, you could not leave anything on your plate.  One day Dad left a piece of cornbread and she said, "Eat."  Dad didn't want it, but she started crying and he had to eat it.  Last time he ate at the table with her until she grew older.

I can just hear her now, "Eat Papa, Eat."