A Voice from the Eastern Door

In Memory Bruce P. Jackson

November 23

1 year has passed

I’ll never forget the day

Mom called to tell me

That you’d gone away

You were like a rock

Strong, faithful an true.

What worth has my life,

Now that I don’t have you.

I was your first born,

Daddy’s little girl.

I’ll always love you,

My Dad, my star.

Now my pain is

To worship you from afar.

I love you now as I did back then

I just hope.... One day

I will see you again

I’m so proud of you

Brave and strong to the end

We all love and miss you so much.

Forever in our heart. XOXOXO

 

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