Eric Michael Colin Jackson
January 24, 1933 - November 28, 2018
In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
we remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
we remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are now a part of us, as
we remember them.
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
we remember them.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
we remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
we remember them.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
we remember them.
In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
we remember them.
From the Rabbi's Manual
we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
we remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
we remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are now a part of us, as
we remember them.
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
we remember them.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
we remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
we remember them.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
we remember them.
In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
we remember them.
From the Rabbi's Manual
Some really lovely photographs here, Les. A wonderful tribute. In the first picture, see the books with the figure in black. Vol 1 and 2 of A Treasury of Great Mysteries? I have those books. They belonged to my late aunt! I wonder if you have these books? Or your mum??
ReplyDeleteThanks, dear Nan. It was difficult to choose which to share. I'll check with my mom about the books and drop you an email. I don't have them, but she may.
DeleteI know it's a tough day for you but it looks like he enjoyed his life. I'm sending hugs your way.
ReplyDeleteThe sun came out today, so I went for a long walk and took some time to remember my dad, as I gazed out over the ocean. Thanks so much for the good thoughts and hugs, Kathy.
DeleteWhat a wonderful group of photos, Les! Love them! I'm so glad you shared them and am sending you big hugs today. Also love the poem - we do indeed remember them in all aspects of life, in all seasons, at all times.
ReplyDeleteThank so much, Kay. I have dozens of photos that I didn't share, but I did use many of them in the memorial slide show. Isn't that a wonderful poem? I have it on a little notecard that I received almost 14 years... Thanks for the hugs. They are very much appreciated.
DeleteWhat a tender and beautiful post! The Rabbi’s words made me cry, they are so perfect and so true. Thank you so much for sharing the photos and the message. Hugs to you, Les.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Robin. I, too, love the Rabbi's words.
DeleteWhat a beautiful, loving tribute—it looks as though your dad certainly enjoyed his life! Your collection of photos is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Laurel. My dad loved boating (lived with my stepmom on their boat on Lake Union for almost 2 decades) and rv travel (which inspired us to buy ours!), so yes, he lived his life to the fullest. I've looked at all of these pictures so many times over the years, but I now see them in a different light. I find I gaze into his eyes, wondering where he's gone, missing him terribly. I've lost other family members and it never gets any easier.
Delete<3 really lovely...hugs...and thinking of you...
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful surprise to see your comment in my mailbox this morning, Lisa! Thank you for writing. I hope all is well with you. Exciting news about Alexandria!!
DeleteBeautiful words. Think of all the wonderful moments you shared with your dad.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Iliana. I am fortunate to have so many good memories.
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