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Posted by Tom Jackson on November 25, 2013
It's been four years since I lost my little sister. I think about you a lot, Sis, particularly at this time of the year.

I miss your laugh, your funny e-mails and slamming my Montreal Canadiens -while the Oilers could do no wrong. I miss being able to phone you up and give you a hard time about something. I always knew you'd get me back, but it was always fun. 

I was so proud of you getting the job you had; you were doing so well. And you were the rock for your daughters to depend on. 

We'll all get by I guess, but it takes a long time to heal. You will always be in my heart, Lyanne.

Forever,
Your Brother
Tom
Posted by Tom Jackson on November 25, 2013
These are the words to an old song called "Suppertime" that I sang for you at your memorial service. I changed some of the words from the original.


Suppertime

-for Lyanne Jackson

When I was but a boy in days of childhood,
We used to play ‘til evenings shadows come
Then winding down an old familiar pathway
We’d hear our mother call at set of sun

Come home, come home, it’s suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home it’s suppertime
We’re going home at last

The years went by and we all went our own way
Once in awhile we’d talk on the telephone
I wish I’d taken more time for my sister
Now it’s suppertime upon that golden throne

Come home, come home, it’s suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home it’s suppertime
We’re going home at last


Her smile is what I’ll always remember
And the way she teased her brothers every day
But God’s banquet table’s ready up in heaven
It’s suppertime for my sister today

Come home, come home, it’s suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home it’s suppertime
We’re going home at last


Love
Tom

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Posted by Tom Jackson on November 25, 2013
It's been four years since I lost my little sister. I think about you a lot, Sis, particularly at this time of the year.

I miss your laugh, your funny e-mails and slamming my Montreal Canadiens -while the Oilers could do no wrong. I miss being able to phone you up and give you a hard time about something. I always knew you'd get me back, but it was always fun. 

I was so proud of you getting the job you had; you were doing so well. And you were the rock for your daughters to depend on. 

We'll all get by I guess, but it takes a long time to heal. You will always be in my heart, Lyanne.

Forever,
Your Brother
Tom
Posted by Tom Jackson on November 25, 2013
These are the words to an old song called "Suppertime" that I sang for you at your memorial service. I changed some of the words from the original.


Suppertime

-for Lyanne Jackson

When I was but a boy in days of childhood,
We used to play ‘til evenings shadows come
Then winding down an old familiar pathway
We’d hear our mother call at set of sun

Come home, come home, it’s suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home it’s suppertime
We’re going home at last

The years went by and we all went our own way
Once in awhile we’d talk on the telephone
I wish I’d taken more time for my sister
Now it’s suppertime upon that golden throne

Come home, come home, it’s suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home it’s suppertime
We’re going home at last


Her smile is what I’ll always remember
And the way she teased her brothers every day
But God’s banquet table’s ready up in heaven
It’s suppertime for my sister today

Come home, come home, it’s suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home it’s suppertime
We’re going home at last


Love
Tom
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Dear mom,

Shared by Tia Johsnon on March 2, 2011

We have to grow up now that you're gone, I know you didn't want us to grow up. I will always be your "Black" Baby. Everything is so different now. I need your words of encouragement to get me through. I need some advice. I need one last hug, and i love you my girl. I knew something was wrong when gran called me. I knew it before it happened. All the signs were there but I ignored them. I should have called you and said "be careful mom". Maybe if i did you would still be here with us. Im still waiting for you to call me and ask me if i got my package. Gosh i never knew somebody could hurt so much. I never knew how much of a void is missing from my life. Im trying so hard to be strong for you but i need encourageing words. I need your advice. I need to hear your voice. I need to see you one last time. I need you back. please come back? Please? That is all i want for christmas, is for you to come back. I know nothing can bring you back but im still going to wish and get down on my knees and beg for you. Maybe if i did it long enough you would come visit me. In a non haunting way. I want you to come tell me everything is going to be ok. Who is gonna understand me when i call you bawling my eyes out over nothing just cause im so exhausted and want to give up. Nobody can understand me now. I wish this has never happened. I need your help. I just need YOU. Im starting to realize i can't be strong anymore. I have kept a smile on my face and held my head up high for you but i dont think i can anymore. Im going to be the one to break down now. Its my turn. Its my turn to give up and just stop doind everything. I love you mommy. I will always remember you for your sick twisted sense of humor. Always making people laugh. Always being there for anybody and everybody. I love you. 

Love your, 
Black somalian kid! <3

Dear Ly,

Shared by Tia Johsnon on March 2, 2011

 We had four sons & I wanted a little girl. I loved you right away & never stopped loving you. The day we brought you home from Edmonton was a special day. Bill carried you the last half mile, the road was too muddy to drive in. Even then you were very determined & kept trying to get your head out from under the blanket. I have many good memories of an energetic little girl who tried to keep up with four older brothers. You weren't very old when you became their goalie for field hockey. It's hard to believe that you are gone. I'm glad for a good memory of the last time we saw you. Goodbye Ly, We are going to miss you.

Love,

Mom