As I look at this picture, I realize how handicapped my dad
had it as a father. When my dad was two, his dad passed away from cancer. But
yet, Grandpa Jackson passed on the legacy of loving children to his two sons
and I am pretty sure, his daughters. Aunt Isabelle wrote how Grandpa Jackson
loved children and the only better than children were more children. My dad was
like this as my siblings and I were growing up. I even saw that example in my
Uncle Kelland, who was the youngest child of Lafayette and Jane Schofield
Jackson. Even though my dad has been gone for more than 30 years, I still feel
of his love.
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