A Happy Arrival!
Another grandchild! She is my sixth grandkid (I can hardly believe it) and my fifth granddaughter. This is the second child of my youngest daughter, Angelina, and her partner Ray. Logan Maria Lego was born in the afternoon on Monday November 6th. Though it will after New Years before I can see her in person, I am excited to meet her.
According to my daughter, the inspiration for Logan's name comes from the character Wolverine. I guess Ray and Angie must be fans.
Everyone is saying that Logan looks like either my daughter, Angie, or her big sister, Marley. Either way that would certainly make sense to me, but I've never been able to tell much who a baby looks like. I'd say she looks like herself--beautiful!
On a Sad Note...
In the early hours of the Wednesday morning November 8th, my youngest brother, Jeff, passed away from a heart attack. He had been living in Nashville, Tennessee for many years. I had been looking forward to visiting him on my way to New Jersey during the Christmas break, but now it looks like I'll be picking up his ashes from the mortuary where he will be cremated. Then I'll take his remains to be interred next to our parents in Maryville, Tennessee. He'd been wanting to go back to Maryville. Now he will be home at last.
Born in San Diego on Halloween of 1962, Jeff had just turned 55. As a small child he was one of the youngest jugglers in the world having learned the skill at age three. By age five he could juggle five objects, which is no easy feat. In later years he developed a passion for music. He had an amazing talent in all sports.
In high school Jeff began displaying signs of mental illness. He was diagnosed with schizophrenia and moved through a number of of care facilities throughout his life. This was a burdensome heartbreak for my parents and especially for my mother after my father died in 1991. My mother faithfully visited Jeff on a regular basis when he was living nearby and as often as she could when he was housed farther away until her death in 2014. At that point I became Jeff's conservator.
It was not easy for me to visit very often, but Jeff and I spoke via phone on a regular basis. I will miss those conversations. He would usually talk about CD's that he wanted me to buy for him or about his favorite musical artists. However, there were those times when we had interesting conversations about life, death, and family. Jeff would at times have unique outlooks concerning what was in his head or at other times absolutely crack me up with his odd sense of humor. He too enjoyed a good laugh when I would connect with him with my own humor. Yes, I will miss his calls.
Something that he frequently told me was that he was saved by Jesus Christ and someday he would be in heaven. I guess it sounds cliched, but I do believe he is in a far better place where he has peace and clarity. Just as he never failed to end our conversations with "Love you Lee," I will leave him with that same thought: "Jeff, my brother, I love you."
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| Jeff Jackson at about age 9 |
