Long before we met I heard stories of you, the man, the myth, the legend James Jackson. You were my husband's best friend, his brother, his hunting partner, the man that helped raise his children, his children's godfather, the man that raised him, the man that made him the man he was. You were his hero. According to Kevin there was nothing you couldn't do. You wouldn't believe the expectations I had. You always had an answer for everything usually with some sarcasm.
My fondest memory of you, more than anything I loved sitting around a fire listening to yall tell stories, laughing and making new memories