ms.jackson

Over the years, I’ve learned a little about life.. the way it goes so fast and takes so many people you love with it. I particularly remember one faint memory of mr. jackson.. and it wasn’t a good one. He had been very sick and was getting harder and harder to handle, his days became less and less and eventually I was reuniting with my child hood neighbor mrs. jackson at a funeral for a guy I particularly didn’t like. I had felt so bad for the woman, not because she lost her husband but because she was putting up with it for so long, and finally her fight was over. I cried- the first night realizing life doesn’t last forever and soon the sweet old lady would be gone.. so, I decided i was going to visit her.