MICHAEL VICTOR JACKSON

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MICHAEL VICTOR JACKSON October 27, 1964 - October 11, 2009 Michael, I wish I could tell you "you forgot something." That would be the greatest thing for me if that could happen, but that is just a memory between you and me. I remember when you walked into a room and all your friends would holler "Michael." You were loved so much.' Many times memories come sneaking out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks. When our time is up, we will meet again and we will put our arms around you and never let you go. It has been nine very long years and you are in our thoughts, heart and memories all the time. Until we meet again, Love Mom and Dad To My Grown-Up Son My hands were busy through the day, I didn't have much time to play The little games you asked me to, I didn't have much time for you. I'd wash your clothes; I'd sew and cook, But when you'd bring your picture book And ask me, please, to share your fun, I'd say, "A little later, son." I'd tuck you in all safe at night, And hear your prayers, turn out the light, Then tiptoe softly to the door, I wish I'd stayed a minute more. For life is short, and years rush past, A little boy grows up so fast, No longer is he at your side, His precious secrets to confide. The picture books are put away, there are no children's games to play. No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear, That all belongs to yesteryear. My hands once busy, now lie still, the days are long and hard to fill, I wish I might go back and do, the little things you asked me to. -Alice E. Chase 'Till we meet again, Love Mom

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Oct 11, 2018